Just had a promotional gig at Wildberrie's Market--us ten little piggies. We sang and passed out fliers and improvised a lament in the Pork section.
Entered my first 9-ball tournament at the Logger the other night--was the first one eliminated. Then long conversation at the bar with Fugazzi about our show--character and timing and ensemble..about how to give the audience permission to clap after this one song. We tried pausing, changing our stage position, striking a pose--is it an unresolved chord? We final got applause the other night because Fugazzi changed the lighting.
Then conversation with Fisherman Pete about...fish.
Then conversation with some of the farmhouse boys and Lily about earthquakes and orgasms.
Another reason I love the Logger--Burly local men think nothing of delaying the pool tournament to wait for Fauxhawk Rick to get back from choir practice:
Posted by Srae at December 15, 2004 01:41 PM