happy holidays, heros
Benjamin Lay: Quaker dwarf, abolishionist, eccentric--
"On one occasion, while the annual meeting was in session at Burlington, N.J., in the midst of the solemn silence of the great assembly, the unwelcome figure of Benjamin Lay, wrapped in his long white overcoat, was seen passing up the aisle. Stopping midway, he exclaimed, "You slaveholders ! Why don't you throw off your Quaker coats as I do mine, and show yourselves as you are?" Casting off as he spoke, his outer garment, he disclosed to the astonished assembly a military coat underneath and a sword dangling at his heels. Holding in one hand a large bible, he drew his sword with the other. "In the sight of God," he cried, "you are as guilty as if you stabbed your slaves to the heart, as I do this book!" suiting the action to the word, and piercing a small bladder filled with the juice of poke-weed, which he had concealed between the covers, and sprinkling as with fresh blood those who sat near him."
Set list on Saturday:
williamstown, MA
ghosts/one state of mind
I could stare forever at your antennae (with drumbeat)
of(f) course
liz
(something that i forgot here)
salsa caliente (cover of Tito Puente)
grinnin in your face (cover of Son House)
I will say forget about it! I played the best concert of my life (overstatement) and afterwards I was much more concerned with hanging out with my friends from Northampton and Providence than with achieving any notion of "success" as defined by rockstar fallout. Bro's before ho's!
(I am also concerned with revolutionizing modern daxophone technique.) I wonder who all the strangers were in the audience? People are coming up to me and saying, "wow, that was great!" and I only recognized Rachel and Abbie in the audience. I chalk it all up to the guys from Providence, and Brenden, and Josh. When they left for Brooklyn this morning, I was empty enough to warrant putting off my paper another day late.
"On one occasion, while the annual meeting was in session at Burlington, N.J., in the midst of the solemn silence of the great assembly, the unwelcome figure of Benjamin Lay, wrapped in his long white overcoat, was seen passing up the aisle. Stopping midway, he exclaimed, "You slaveholders ! Why don't you throw off your Quaker coats as I do mine, and show yourselves as you are?" Casting off as he spoke, his outer garment, he disclosed to the astonished assembly a military coat underneath and a sword dangling at his heels. Holding in one hand a large bible, he drew his sword with the other. "In the sight of God," he cried, "you are as guilty as if you stabbed your slaves to the heart, as I do this book!" suiting the action to the word, and piercing a small bladder filled with the juice of poke-weed, which he had concealed between the covers, and sprinkling as with fresh blood those who sat near him."
Set list on Saturday:
williamstown, MA
ghosts/one state of mind
I could stare forever at your antennae (with drumbeat)
of(f) course
liz
(something that i forgot here)
salsa caliente (cover of Tito Puente)
grinnin in your face (cover of Son House)
I will say forget about it! I played the best concert of my life (overstatement) and afterwards I was much more concerned with hanging out with my friends from Northampton and Providence than with achieving any notion of "success" as defined by rockstar fallout. Bro's before ho's!
(I am also concerned with revolutionizing modern daxophone technique.) I wonder who all the strangers were in the audience? People are coming up to me and saying, "wow, that was great!" and I only recognized Rachel and Abbie in the audience. I chalk it all up to the guys from Providence, and Brenden, and Josh. When they left for Brooklyn this morning, I was empty enough to warrant putting off my paper another day late.