Mischief in the Machine
Probably the only way you've gotten away with reading livejournal this weekend and not having already heard about ENSMB's amazing production of "Mischief In the Machine" is if you are a non-local friend of mine who also doesn't have anybody else who lives in Boston on your f-list. I wish that the show was running for another weekend, so that I could send more of you to see it. As it is, we'll all have to wait until next year for the next installment which, given my current state if ENSMB-induced circus mania, feels like far far too long.
I have long known, and reveled in, the fact that I am part of a community of talented, smart, creative people with many skills and talents. I have delighted in the fact that ENSMB exists in my community--a band I realized described to my physical therapist, Sorcha, as "a sort of gypsy-klezmer-brass-steampunk circus band." Sorcha's reply was that such a thing didn't exist. I am here to testify that it does--boy howdy, does it ever. I was expecting a good show Saturday night. I was not expecting to be blown away, but I absolutely was. At the end of the show I found myself having a hard time believing that I was cool enough to know the kind of people who can mastermind and perform in a show like that.
Also? I really want to play on a German wheel.
Two days later, I am still thinking about the show, hearing and seeing moments from it again and again in my head. The reality of that performance, populated through and through with the talents and hard work of my friends, has left me inspired, thinking hard about how I spend my free time and what to do with my own creative energies even when I can't dance. It has me thinking about the kinds of things I want to be able to say about how I spend my days. I feel stretched and it feels good, in that both productive and slightly painful way.
I have long known, and reveled in, the fact that I am part of a community of talented, smart, creative people with many skills and talents. I have delighted in the fact that ENSMB exists in my community--a band I realized described to my physical therapist, Sorcha, as "a sort of gypsy-klezmer-brass-steampunk circus band." Sorcha's reply was that such a thing didn't exist. I am here to testify that it does--boy howdy, does it ever. I was expecting a good show Saturday night. I was not expecting to be blown away, but I absolutely was. At the end of the show I found myself having a hard time believing that I was cool enough to know the kind of people who can mastermind and perform in a show like that.
Also? I really want to play on a German wheel.
Two days later, I am still thinking about the show, hearing and seeing moments from it again and again in my head. The reality of that performance, populated through and through with the talents and hard work of my friends, has left me inspired, thinking hard about how I spend my free time and what to do with my own creative energies even when I can't dance. It has me thinking about the kinds of things I want to be able to say about how I spend my days. I feel stretched and it feels good, in that both productive and slightly painful way.