Music Outings

hypernova...........................................................ms.palmer

DMBQ.............................................................lightning bolt

I have a totally phat camera. (eyeroll)

D.O.

Yesterday at Walden Pond.
hike. dip. picnic. nap.
{fucking sigh}

[I apologize to my two readers about the lack-of-pep my posts have had of late. Not much being accomplished lately besides working most days at... work. Aside from honing my skills in management, teaching and cinderella-ness, I have been making tiny steps forward on a couple more festival submissions and starting to finish a group of paper panels I started over a year ago. There are very exciting things on the horizon. But for now, a snail's pace, apparently. After seven weeks of practice, I'm finally making a bit of peace with that... enjoying some relaxation and large quantities of planet earth {eyes wide like tea saucers}]

goood morning

Footage from Voltaic

Diatribe:
So I felt the footage didn't quite capture the excitement of the moment (says the girl whose brain was so addled with adrenaline, it's impossible to know exactly how exciting it was). Somehow in reverse it seemed to to me. It's a bit cheeky, admittedly, but it adds a little video pepper. I'm on this kick now, that there are elements of live performance that cannot be experienced by those who weren't there (Snooty sounding but true). After being able to craft each moment and beat in film and feeling like there was no way to match that live, I'm now flopping to the other end of the spectrum, the one I was most directly born into, live theatre. Live performance possesses an intensity that is difficult to captured on film. Think of all those staged opera and ballet programs on PBS. Seeing Baryshnikov live is a totally different animal (I would watch that man sit in a chair and pick his nose for 45 minutes with no complaint). That's why film is made in little chunks, it's a different language. A brilliant one. I just want to return to the live stuff. Live improvisation is bloody thrilling.
(so is hearing a hoard of wee children belting out "no more monkeys jumping on the bed" as they pass under one's window)

YES

Voltaic Vaudeville: May 5th 2007






That was the most fun I've had in literally years. There were concerns about nervous bowel issues before every cue, but once the threshold was crossed onto stage, I was home. I missed that.

Many Thanks to Ms. Valerie who completely rocked that shit...
Heather who provided the fabulous opportunity...
and Brian Carpenter's Vaudeville Orchestra and all the other wonderful performers.
Hot shit.

All video stills: Michael Pope

{I gotta do that again, like, yesterday}

Show show show show

I've been battling full-time work to try and (successfully) squeeze in some rehearsals for the first time out in two years.
Fortunately, improvisation is something I like okay.

Been working with Ms. Valerie.
That's good fun.

Come see the show Saturday
3pm & 8pm
Regent Theatre in Arlington MA
mbta-able

hooray.