I dreamed I was responsible for staging three plays in the same weekend and no one had yet shown me the scripts. One of them was a musical. There was some kind of festival going on. That may rank among the more inexplicable anxiety dreams I have ever been visited by. I wonder who was actually supposed to get it.
Tonight I am going to hear Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling at the Middle East. Ambiguous, minimalist two-person post-punk with an ongoing song cycle inspired by The Prisoner (1967); they go very well with the John le Carré I've been reading recently. I haven't seen them live since last April, but they have a new EP coming out. They remain the only band I have ever discovered because of the Boston Globe.
Tomorrow at the ICA, Jay Scheib's Bellona, Destroyer of Cities, a multimedia theater piece after Samuel R. Delany's Dhalgren (1975). It premiered last year in New York, where I remember reading about it; I'm glad it's come somewhere I can see it. I'm very curious to find out how it works at all.
Sunday, I'll have an excuse for weird dreams.
Oh, yeah. Weeks after everyone else got over it, I finally got around to taking that accent quiz. ( Appropriate line from Shaw here. ) Considering the number of times I've been asked what country I'm really from, I'm wondering if I flagged (c). I am from nowhere near New York City, unless you count by genetics.
Tonight I am going to hear Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling at the Middle East. Ambiguous, minimalist two-person post-punk with an ongoing song cycle inspired by The Prisoner (1967); they go very well with the John le Carré I've been reading recently. I haven't seen them live since last April, but they have a new EP coming out. They remain the only band I have ever discovered because of the Boston Globe.
Tomorrow at the ICA, Jay Scheib's Bellona, Destroyer of Cities, a multimedia theater piece after Samuel R. Delany's Dhalgren (1975). It premiered last year in New York, where I remember reading about it; I'm glad it's come somewhere I can see it. I'm very curious to find out how it works at all.
Sunday, I'll have an excuse for weird dreams.
Oh, yeah. Weeks after everyone else got over it, I finally got around to taking that accent quiz. ( Appropriate line from Shaw here. ) Considering the number of times I've been asked what country I'm really from, I'm wondering if I flagged (c). I am from nowhere near New York City, unless you count by genetics.
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