fall into the pdx vortex- flail about.. then give in
I'm always making these lists of bits to remember.. like getting up from a dream.
First, I should remember my dream this morning, which is a recurring one.. waking up in the same house on the outskirts of Delhi in the home of one of my Indian suppliers... definitely portending travel in the near future. My parents are in Turkey right now.. hopefully not telling people of their plans to vote for Bush because of that awesome tax break they recently got.
Portland.. we dove in Thursday night into a dance performance in the hotel pool at the Hilton.. part of the time based art festival. A strange mix of synchronized swimming and dance that soaked the audience and the production equipment.. killing the lights and sound halfways throught the piece. I sat behind this woman who looked homeless.. Jim later informed me that she is the single biggest donor to contemporary performance in Portland.
Friday.. I did some work ... meeting store owners in between rainshowers and a visit to the India Chaat House aka " India Truck". Friday night we went to the opening of a new Metro store on 23rd.. met several folks I know from online and Burning Man... one of them a store owner.. we danced and watched a fun little fashion show before heading off into the hedgehog embrace ( their bellies are soft) of Sleepytime. Oh fabulous SGM.. always in rare form.. this time dressed in coordinated kimonos and accompanied by Shinichi, Nils' mentor who is a master butoh performer.. just terrifying, beautiful and ageless. SGM presented new material even more polished than the obsidian glare of previous shows.. to crack our feeble little skulls just a tad more wide open. Indeed there was even a skull puppet there for the opening song " The Donkey Headed Adversary of Humanity opens the Discussion" New drummer seems like a nice fit Moe! was also there and performed solo.
I met Lucy and her friend Alicia but somehow a later attempt at connection was eluded.
Perhaps everyone just slept in on Saturday and missed each other. I did more store visits.. including visiting Gwen's boutique.. who I had met the night before... a high fashion tribal, gypsy, Burning Man style destination which is quite a little wonderland. A little tired and worn out in the afternoon.. we recharged with the customary trip up to Forest Park. Then we visited Twyn the spider guy.. who has bugs, lizards and snakes on Division. Much to John's chagrin, Twyn placed a very " soft and friendly" tarantula into John's hands. Then he showed us how he likes to play with scorpions by putting them in his mouth. He has a way with things that crawl. His iguanas were the tamest I've ever met, and all the animals were well kept.. in large cages.
Saturday night.. snuck into the CGG glory of black tape for a blue girl.. ran into lucifer himself.. found one of our favorite late night haunts taken over by the preppy crowd, and then danced into the dawn in the PICA warehouse with a bunch of our favorite Portland dancers, as the playa encrusted March Fourth Marching band serenaded us.
Sunday.. had to sleep a bit.. then awoke for Ash and Susan's wedding.. which thought it took place in the rain.. was livened by the presence of several Portland Jazz musicians. Much dancing and festivity in the picnic pavillion on Mt. Tabor. We shared photos of the happy couple painted gold at our wedding.
Then it was off to Crystal's cabaret at our friend Fred's . Every year there is a birthday party for Crystal, Fred's daughter.. who died 11 years ago. It was a dark, but clear night and everyone gathered in Fred's backyard to perform something. I ended up mostly by the campfire.. smoking and getting silly with Pammie and Steven. By the time it was my turn to perform I delivered a somewhat spooky broken rendition of "September Song".. where I somehow ended up forgetting how words fit together in the middle . It was kind of like an old broken record player. We dropped off Peter at his apartment at the end, who still owns one of Crystal's cats. On the way home he showed us her apartment.
We have now become acquainted with more than one dead person now.. feel like we know them. ( we slept all four nights at Jimmy's in dead Karl's room. There are places where the veils are so thin, that those who are passed come back to play with the living.
As I type this.. the chinaman lamp on my desk is flickering like a telegraph.
.---. Hello... goodbye
First, I should remember my dream this morning, which is a recurring one.. waking up in the same house on the outskirts of Delhi in the home of one of my Indian suppliers... definitely portending travel in the near future. My parents are in Turkey right now.. hopefully not telling people of their plans to vote for Bush because of that awesome tax break they recently got.
Portland.. we dove in Thursday night into a dance performance in the hotel pool at the Hilton.. part of the time based art festival. A strange mix of synchronized swimming and dance that soaked the audience and the production equipment.. killing the lights and sound halfways throught the piece. I sat behind this woman who looked homeless.. Jim later informed me that she is the single biggest donor to contemporary performance in Portland.
Friday.. I did some work ... meeting store owners in between rainshowers and a visit to the India Chaat House aka " India Truck". Friday night we went to the opening of a new Metro store on 23rd.. met several folks I know from online and Burning Man... one of them a store owner.. we danced and watched a fun little fashion show before heading off into the hedgehog embrace ( their bellies are soft) of Sleepytime. Oh fabulous SGM.. always in rare form.. this time dressed in coordinated kimonos and accompanied by Shinichi, Nils' mentor who is a master butoh performer.. just terrifying, beautiful and ageless. SGM presented new material even more polished than the obsidian glare of previous shows.. to crack our feeble little skulls just a tad more wide open. Indeed there was even a skull puppet there for the opening song " The Donkey Headed Adversary of Humanity opens the Discussion" New drummer seems like a nice fit Moe! was also there and performed solo.
I met Lucy and her friend Alicia but somehow a later attempt at connection was eluded.
Perhaps everyone just slept in on Saturday and missed each other. I did more store visits.. including visiting Gwen's boutique.. who I had met the night before... a high fashion tribal, gypsy, Burning Man style destination which is quite a little wonderland. A little tired and worn out in the afternoon.. we recharged with the customary trip up to Forest Park. Then we visited Twyn the spider guy.. who has bugs, lizards and snakes on Division. Much to John's chagrin, Twyn placed a very " soft and friendly" tarantula into John's hands. Then he showed us how he likes to play with scorpions by putting them in his mouth. He has a way with things that crawl. His iguanas were the tamest I've ever met, and all the animals were well kept.. in large cages.
Saturday night.. snuck into the CGG glory of black tape for a blue girl.. ran into lucifer himself.. found one of our favorite late night haunts taken over by the preppy crowd, and then danced into the dawn in the PICA warehouse with a bunch of our favorite Portland dancers, as the playa encrusted March Fourth Marching band serenaded us.
Sunday.. had to sleep a bit.. then awoke for Ash and Susan's wedding.. which thought it took place in the rain.. was livened by the presence of several Portland Jazz musicians. Much dancing and festivity in the picnic pavillion on Mt. Tabor. We shared photos of the happy couple painted gold at our wedding.
Then it was off to Crystal's cabaret at our friend Fred's . Every year there is a birthday party for Crystal, Fred's daughter.. who died 11 years ago. It was a dark, but clear night and everyone gathered in Fred's backyard to perform something. I ended up mostly by the campfire.. smoking and getting silly with Pammie and Steven. By the time it was my turn to perform I delivered a somewhat spooky broken rendition of "September Song".. where I somehow ended up forgetting how words fit together in the middle . It was kind of like an old broken record player. We dropped off Peter at his apartment at the end, who still owns one of Crystal's cats. On the way home he showed us her apartment.
We have now become acquainted with more than one dead person now.. feel like we know them. ( we slept all four nights at Jimmy's in dead Karl's room. There are places where the veils are so thin, that those who are passed come back to play with the living.
As I type this.. the chinaman lamp on my desk is flickering like a telegraph.
.---. Hello... goodbye