what the dr ordered
Apr. 30th, 2005 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchysometimes pieces of your past walk up and smack you in the face - saying hey remember me? i inspired you to write and write and write and not feel the drudge of your day job but to feel the sacred power of art and passion and life, all capitalized.
so yes, fantomas was a great show. the trevor dunn trio opened and also completely blew me away. i must now go and replenish the mr bungle, fantomas and trevor dunn cds that i lost in the divorce. i must also return to exploring the various releases on tzadik and buying new artists who deconstruct the pretty and recreate a new classical that is based on jazz and punk, thus making something even more pretty for its bits of ugly.
forgetting this is like when i forget that i need trees for my soul to breathe. why is this my pattern? i know and love so many things that feed me and as soon as i get down, i forget them and flail about like an infant who doesn't know how to help herself. but i always figure it out. sometimes the figuring just hurts a lot.
my funk isn't totally gone, but i feel like the film that was over my eyes has lifted. cut the cataract off of my soul and can breathe more easily. the last encore had me laughing so hard. i love when people fuck with my sense of what is possible and just take things up and up and up, the continuous escalation where it seemed like there could be no more, and then there is... a lot more. brilliant.
i have some hope. i am going to hold it and squeeze it and call it george. the sexy beast liked the show too. yay! said it reminded her of experimental film. when people have intention and know what they are deconstructing, it can be amazing. when they're just fucking around, it's obvious and gets boring (that was one of the opening bands, that started out promising, and soon had both of us with wandering thoughts, I was trying to figure out how much $$ each band was making for the night based one equations in my brain). I love that she is willing to try this out with me and is open to liking it. I love that she still remembers and loves the Fred Frith show we went to. I think she enjoys hearing the things that make my mind go pop and looking at the comlexities that can exist in various art and deconstructive mediums and see how and why it becomes so darned interesting.
i have post show energy and excitement. I think i might even sleep well tonight. Maybe the best $$ I have spent in a long time.
mental note - do not drink manhattans at the fillmore. they are missing some ingredients and even with makers it didn't taste that great.
so yes, fantomas was a great show. the trevor dunn trio opened and also completely blew me away. i must now go and replenish the mr bungle, fantomas and trevor dunn cds that i lost in the divorce. i must also return to exploring the various releases on tzadik and buying new artists who deconstruct the pretty and recreate a new classical that is based on jazz and punk, thus making something even more pretty for its bits of ugly.
forgetting this is like when i forget that i need trees for my soul to breathe. why is this my pattern? i know and love so many things that feed me and as soon as i get down, i forget them and flail about like an infant who doesn't know how to help herself. but i always figure it out. sometimes the figuring just hurts a lot.
my funk isn't totally gone, but i feel like the film that was over my eyes has lifted. cut the cataract off of my soul and can breathe more easily. the last encore had me laughing so hard. i love when people fuck with my sense of what is possible and just take things up and up and up, the continuous escalation where it seemed like there could be no more, and then there is... a lot more. brilliant.
i have some hope. i am going to hold it and squeeze it and call it george. the sexy beast liked the show too. yay! said it reminded her of experimental film. when people have intention and know what they are deconstructing, it can be amazing. when they're just fucking around, it's obvious and gets boring (that was one of the opening bands, that started out promising, and soon had both of us with wandering thoughts, I was trying to figure out how much $$ each band was making for the night based one equations in my brain). I love that she is willing to try this out with me and is open to liking it. I love that she still remembers and loves the Fred Frith show we went to. I think she enjoys hearing the things that make my mind go pop and looking at the comlexities that can exist in various art and deconstructive mediums and see how and why it becomes so darned interesting.
i have post show energy and excitement. I think i might even sleep well tonight. Maybe the best $$ I have spent in a long time.
mental note - do not drink manhattans at the fillmore. they are missing some ingredients and even with makers it didn't taste that great.
