Friday, December 15, 2006
friends, i am in berlin composing on a german keyboard so forgive any punctuation today that may prove even more annoying than my usual punctuation. its taken me some time to get settled here but i shall return to regular blogging form starting tomorrow. neil young once said of a town in north ontario All […]
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Wednesday, December 6, 2006
…the show is gone but berkeley carries on…as do we…we who never saw the sun rest its rays on Shattuck and Center quite like it did today…it seemed to shine in a whole new way…perhaps we’d been too distracted to see it…perhaps we’d been too busy to be it…sunlight burnished the horde…and onto every corner […]
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Tuesday, December 5, 2006
…during the acid trip she bows gracefully like i imagine some nobleperson in a shakespeare play would…she bows exactly like one would bow if one was tripping in the privacy of terry’s living room… while feeling like they were in front of an audience of 400…only she IS in front of an audience of 400…nothings […]
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Tuesday, December 5, 2006
i didnt realize it’d been a week since i’d written anything here…we closed last night…great tight perfectly explosive show to end on…and what a brief yet soul crunching hangover i enjoyed this morning…thanks to homemade cafe for curing it…it was a wild vulnerable night…emotions too widescreen to go into right now…later…i have no voice…but i […]
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Sunday, November 26, 2006
there have been one or two evenings recently where doing the play felt like we were some surreal version of the carol burnett show…we broke each other up in moments but not to the point where things fell apart…i like that this play can go there CONSCIOUSLY and then come back…the play should be like […]
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
My entire “art god†collection Could fit inside a midget’s change purse. But Robert Altman’s got a suite in there. His whole punk rock approach…The American artist forever blessed and doomed To be in conflict with narrow minded powers that be…the beauty of his filmic chaos… the poetry of his curious camera…always searching… It never […]
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
If a simile to me In the right way came At late afternoon In a nine car train I’d give it my seat And let it try to explain What today was “like.†I could’ve hung until Tuesday In that Haight St. café Playing musical chairs With my cherished off day And if I’m lost […]
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Monday, November 20, 2006
SHE I make pictures with dirt and sand and rocks and wax and stacks of branches. I see myself more as nature’s Co-conspirator than an artist. HE I’m into math. And what do you do? IT I make songs up out of the blue SHE What kind? IT The kind you listen to SHE Very […]
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Monday, November 20, 2006
Dear Ms. Dunaway I viewed you with the sound down You served such a mean beat down Even the gangsters had to bow down Kabuki Joan Crawford Estranged from her gourd At Chez Domingo’s WE the Academy Please accept our award And allow me to say, Ms. Faye, When you squatted down low And went […]
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
it’s such an honor and a blessing to have someone as spellbindingly talented as colman domingo bringing our character mr. franklin to life. and to those of you who have sent emails asking: mr. franklin is not based on one person. yes, i’ve known more than a few gay choir directors who were openly closeted […]
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