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Tuesday, January 8th, 2008
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Kate Bush
"The Red Shoes"
The Red Shoes
Oh she move like the Diva do
I said 'I'd love to dance like you.'
She said 'just take off my red shoes
Put them on and your dream'll come true
With no words, with no song
You can dance the dream with your body on
And this curve, is your smile
And this cross, is your heart
And this line, is your path
Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be
But it's gonna be no illusion
Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it
But it's gonna be really happening to ya
Really happening to ya
Really happening to ya'
Oh the minute I put them on
I knew I had done something wrong
All her gifts for the dance had gone
It's the red shoes, they can't stop dancing, dancing
And this curve, is your smile
And this cross, is your heart
And this line, is your path
'Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be
But it's gonna be no illusion
Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it
But it's gonna be really happening to ya'
She gotta dance, she gotta dance
And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off
These shoes do, a kind of voodoo
They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off
Feel your hair come tumbling down
Feel your feet start kissing the ground
Feel your arms are opening out
And see your eyes are lifted to God
With no words, with no song
I'm gonna dance the dream
And make the dream come true
I'm gonna dance the dream
And make the dream come true
She gotta dance, she gotta dance
And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off
These shoes do, a kind of voodoo
They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off
Call a doctor, call a priest
They're gonna whip her up like a helicopter
Really happening to ya
Really happening to ya
You gotta dance....
Listen
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Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007
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On Friday and Saturday October 12 & 13, I'll be performing in
the show Avec Nous at Green Street Studios in Central Square. The address
is 185 Green Street, at the corner of Brookline Street-- a small doorway
next to a shuttered truck loading bay. Behind mundane facades are hidden
magical wonders! This show is part of the Space Grant Award at GSS, which
gives selected choreographers a chance to develop new work through a
mentored process, providing space for rehearsal and performance.
The show comprises compositions by three artists: Nathan Andary, Karen
Krolak, and my friend and choreographer Ruth Bronwen. Ruth's piece is titled
"Moon Chaser." In her words, it is a "romp through a fantasy world of edgy,
quirky and sweeping dance, music and laughter, with a talented and unique
cast of five of Boston's fabulous dancers and two fierce composers."
Curtain is scheduled for 8pm both nights. Each choreographer has one group
piece and one solo; I know that the group pieces are all about 15-20 minutes
long, and that we are the last to perform. Tickets can be reserved by
calling GSS at (617) 864-3191. Pricing has yet to be announced, but I'm told
that GSS shows are generally $15-20 per ticket.
We have been working on this peformance since the beginning of June! This is
my first foray into the world of "legitimate" dance, and it has been
challenging, eye-opening, and exciting at every step. Ruth and the other
dancers in our group have been dancing for their entire lives-- ballet,
jazz, neoclassical, and modern-- and they are the most skilled and
accomplished performers that I have ever had the pleasure of working with.
We also have original music composed for the piece, and plan on having a
live vocalist for the performances. This show will entertain you, I can
promise!
I hope that you will be able to make it to a show. Feel free to contact me
with any questions you might have. Thank you!
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Wednesday, September 5th, 2007
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This is a fund-raiser for a dance performance that I am participating in-- "Moon Chaser," part of the Avec Nous show for new works at Green Street Studios, October 12 & 13.
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Monday, August 13th, 2007
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Well, the first night of Blacksun was fun. But you know what I'm really excited about?
DARKSTAR.
Personal highlights:
- Iris
- The Echoing Green
- Leiahdorus
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Thursday, July 26th, 2007
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A friend of mine is performing in these works at the ICA this weekend. I'm planning to attend one of the Saturday afternoon performances. Anyone else game?
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007
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Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
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Thursday, November 16th, 2006
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Monday, September 18th, 2006
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They are playing at the Orpheum, Sunday October 1, 7:30p. I have a ticket for sale. The seat is H 13, Balcony Left. This was a single-ticket purchase to begin with, so as far as I know, you would be flanked by strangers.
The price is $40.
Any takers?
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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
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I wish it were good, they way you seem to guess that it was-- juicy, or scandalous-- but really it was more like fun and then subsequently thought-provoking.
Dancing and drinking and chatting at the club was where it started, and I think most of us know the dimensions of that sort of good pretty well. Good like I got my heart rate up and my groove on. Good like I felt clever and attractive and well-liked. Some people came from far away, and it was good to be their familiar face amid a crowd of strangers. Some people will be going far away, and it was good to hold them close for a moment, investment against the poverty of their impending absence. There were people who came because they had too, and there were people who came because they wanted to, and sharing things with them all was pretty good too. And there were people who looked extra good, or who said that I looked extra good, or who shared eye contact or hand contact or hip contact a little bit longer than I had guessed they would, and you know that was good.
I forgot to call some people when I said I would, and that was embarrassing, but it worked out okay by midnight, and nobody got left out in the cold.
Not leaving anybody out in the cold became a theme, actually. 1am is too early in the morning to already be calling it a night, don’t you think? But if there can’t be any more dancing, there can at least be bacon. Or pancakes, if you prefer. It’s just a matter of getting all those appetites to the place where they can be sated. So some people needed a ride, and some people needed a guide, and then suddenly some people really just needed to get home as soon as possible. And howdy, it turns out I can be useful in these regards—that was good.
“Where are you? You’re coming here, right?” That’s a nice sort of thing to hear.
It’s good to show up to a warm welcome. When people look at you like you are supposed to be there, and also when people look at you like maybe they were hoping you would be there. Or maybe they’re just hungry, who knows. That stuff’s a mystery. But a good mystery.
Then, there was eating and stories and jokes and silly pictures. And a little delirium. There was half-baked plan-making, and surprise shared history, and generosity. And at last, creaky standing up, and adieus. There were still passengers, so there was more being useful. And more talking.
It was good to reminisce, and to wonder, about someone who went away.
After that, after all of that, it was finally just me driving home, and feeling… what? Something. There are so many things that we each are a part of, and those things can feel very fulfilling. But there are also those things that we each might not happen to be a part of, at this particular juncture, and wouldn’t it be nice? Wouldn’t it make everything better? Any day now, maybe with the next conversation that I have, maybe with the next rendezvous that I keep, or place that I go, I’ll become part of that something. Any day now.
Or maybe I’ll happen to look within myself and find my own meaning there. Maybe it will resolve out of the vagueness. Maybe I’ll be doing things that I always do, and realize that there’s not much use to them. Maybe I’ll be doing something that I always do, and realize it’s what I am meant to be doing. Maybe maybe maybe.
Maybe one day I’ll figure it all out. Any day now.
That would be good.
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Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
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Thursday, February 16th, 2006
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Wednesday, January 25th, 2006
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Sunday, January 8th, 2006
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Or, "Lighting that first rock." Whichever you prefer.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) thelittlebeast "gifted" me with World of Warcraft and its attendant free month of online play. I would like to at least chat with some you as I fritter my life away there, so please give me recommendations for servers and faction!
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Saturday, December 3rd, 2005
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My parents picked me up from San Diego airport Thursday night at about quarter to nine. Nighttime is remarkably dark here, disturbingly dark and impersonal compared to the urban density of home. The highways and streets are four lanes wide, and barely any other traffic to share them with. Here and there are clots of neon and spilling-out interior lighting, but for the most part just darkness.
The hills are the worst. Our headlamps illuminate our little patch of road, and there might be half a dozen other cars scattered out there too; street lamps mark out the border between safe driving and something else. There are houses, sprawling residences that adorn the tops of these hills. But their lit windows and spotlights are distant, and between them and us, those hills. They are so dark, velvety swallowing absence of light-- darker than the night sky.
It's not like in New England, driving the highways that thread through the woods. Trees reflect light, and their presence lends definition. I could imagine that wolves and other terrors lope through that wilderness, but that's menace with form. Here though.... And the truth is that I know what those hills are; I've often driven through here under the bright California sun. There is scrub, brush, brown grass. Nothing-- the kind of nothing that your gaze passes over, makes note of, and then ignores for its uniformity and mundaneness.
Come through at night, though, and it's a different kind of nothing. I mean it really looks like nothing. Like you could edge up to it so that your toes wriggle past the edge, and you could get dizzy and slip and disappear into the void.
It's that dark.
Probably doesn't help that I've finally started reading House of Leaves. Maybe I should watch some more David Lynch too.
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Wednesday, September 28th, 2005
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This upcoming Sunday, 10/2.
Info here.
I just called and was told that there are plenty of reservations still available for both the 11am and 1pm seatings (even though the above-noted page lists only a noon seating). I'll call in reservations Friday AM for the 1pm seating, because I like to sleep in.
Complementary IMAX show can be chosen from this menu.
I'm inclined to see Fighter Pilot, and have already seen Antarctica, and am neutral toward Yellowstone, but really anything is fine. So if you're interested in coming along this Sunday, let me know what show you'd like to see, and I guess the greatest number of votes will have it!
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