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again, I find myself faced with entries that I don't feel ready to write. they would have too much in them.
anyway, a couple of things happened yesterday worth talking about that don't take a lot of effort for me to describe.
I ran into the Turtle Lady, the woman who lives on the fourth floor of my building. I feel some kinship with her. she lives with five or six box turtles. she draws and paints them, though I do not remember her showing these to me. she recently wrote a book called Hitch a Wagon to a Turtle which she may or may not try to have published. she used to have a club foot. now she doesn't. not sure how that happened.
she came with a beautiful turtle who she ahd just purchased, in warm hues between yellow and brown I could not describe. not bright yellow but without any green. translucent colors. her eyes particularly, had an amber-orange color more often found in light than in solid substance, the same color the eyes of some iguanas have.
we discussed the pet store I mentioned in an ealier post and the bad conditions there. she got concerned for the sake of some box turtles there. I had not even noticed them. she had not gone there but heard of it from her contacts at the Herpetological Society. I sketched the turtle's face. sounds like a joke, but I found it difficult to sketch her as her head kept moving. more than a human's or a dog's.
later I hit a small piece of chocolate into a trash can. I couldn't believe I made that shot, hit it off the rim of the can. I had broken off a piece for Tommy, a homeless alcoholic man I know. he didn't want it. he just sat shaking and shivering with the DT's. (
jellobiafrascat, I saw you about three minutes after.) one of the best shots I have ever managed. Mothra (
jellobiafrascat) said something that will stick with me for a while, that through dying, her cousin saved three lives, having filled out an organ donor's card. Mothra and I had not talked in person since her cousin died.
later, after some reluctance, I wanted to stay home, I went to a show in Chinatown. an underground event with the Extra Action Marching Band in the office space of a leftist organization. I ran into the most of the members of Dreamhouse. won't attempt to describe this. real frenzy. real joy. a genuinely rowdy show. and in Boston, of all places. the dream-like sight of people striping and changing in an office space. one of the best shows I have attended. it shook me back to life, it did. I got to see Katt, one of my best friends, perform before. and within five minutes of meeting one of Katt's friends on tour with her (literally, within five minutes) for the first time, without knowing that I knew Katt, presumably, she hooked me up with a gig next Friday at Collective A-Go-Go, where Cha-Cha. she asked me what I "did" and offered me to play at the Collective A-Go-Go show.
weirdly, since I stopped performing a month or so ago I have gotten offers, including this one and from
drnola. Saturday night, if I like, I can perform again. so life seems far less bleak than in the week prevous. had better get practicing for Friday, however.
after the show I walked home, public transport had stopped running. she entry has gotten into the long mode that I had wanted to avoid. and I did not even talk about the important signficant things, internal things.
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if ever can, if they go to your area, see the Extra Action Marching Band. remaining gigs of the Bicycle Tour (including the Collective A-Go-Go gig Friday, with me here.)
anyway, a couple of things happened yesterday worth talking about that don't take a lot of effort for me to describe.
I ran into the Turtle Lady, the woman who lives on the fourth floor of my building. I feel some kinship with her. she lives with five or six box turtles. she draws and paints them, though I do not remember her showing these to me. she recently wrote a book called Hitch a Wagon to a Turtle which she may or may not try to have published. she used to have a club foot. now she doesn't. not sure how that happened.
she came with a beautiful turtle who she ahd just purchased, in warm hues between yellow and brown I could not describe. not bright yellow but without any green. translucent colors. her eyes particularly, had an amber-orange color more often found in light than in solid substance, the same color the eyes of some iguanas have.
we discussed the pet store I mentioned in an ealier post and the bad conditions there. she got concerned for the sake of some box turtles there. I had not even noticed them. she had not gone there but heard of it from her contacts at the Herpetological Society. I sketched the turtle's face. sounds like a joke, but I found it difficult to sketch her as her head kept moving. more than a human's or a dog's.
later I hit a small piece of chocolate into a trash can. I couldn't believe I made that shot, hit it off the rim of the can. I had broken off a piece for Tommy, a homeless alcoholic man I know. he didn't want it. he just sat shaking and shivering with the DT's. (
jellobiafrascat, I saw you about three minutes after.) one of the best shots I have ever managed. Mothra (
jellobiafrascat) said something that will stick with me for a while, that through dying, her cousin saved three lives, having filled out an organ donor's card. Mothra and I had not talked in person since her cousin died.
later, after some reluctance, I wanted to stay home, I went to a show in Chinatown. an underground event with the Extra Action Marching Band in the office space of a leftist organization. I ran into the most of the members of Dreamhouse. won't attempt to describe this. real frenzy. real joy. a genuinely rowdy show. and in Boston, of all places. the dream-like sight of people striping and changing in an office space. one of the best shows I have attended. it shook me back to life, it did. I got to see Katt, one of my best friends, perform before. and within five minutes of meeting one of Katt's friends on tour with her (literally, within five minutes) for the first time, without knowing that I knew Katt, presumably, she hooked me up with a gig next Friday at Collective A-Go-Go, where Cha-Cha. she asked me what I "did" and offered me to play at the Collective A-Go-Go show.
weirdly, since I stopped performing a month or so ago I have gotten offers, including this one and from
drnola. Saturday night, if I like, I can perform again. so life seems far less bleak than in the week prevous. had better get practicing for Friday, however.
after the show I walked home, public transport had stopped running. she entry has gotten into the long mode that I had wanted to avoid. and I did not even talk about the important signficant things, internal things.
****
if ever can, if they go to your area, see the Extra Action Marching Band. remaining gigs of the Bicycle Tour (including the Collective A-Go-Go gig Friday, with me here.)