i will hug your wooden body as i pluck your every string
aUGH
i feel so scattered about my perf last night at action par-taay.
was it inappropriate/out of context?
maybe I should have followed my instinct and not told the magic stick story?
and DID YOU KNOW that somebody else, FROM MONTREAL, has already done the live-beet-grating-onto-white-clothing-as-a-symbol-of-the-human-heart thing? how was i supposed to know?
I actually did discover it while grating beets into salad last april. or so i thought.
bizarre.
i suppose everybody does things they're not entirely happy with once in a while. I've been lucky.
the autoharp song/lucky love outro went better than planned. that was when i felt right in my element. maybe i should stick to quirky sarah stuff, and bag the whole militant bitch vibe i've got going on. it's obvious why dude asked if I hate men, (only after telling me how much he enjoyed my performance) the magic stick story may have been a little harsh for the type of atmosphere/event that it was. But i am not going to apologize for having an opinion. the story is about RESPECT and MORALS, not just "some guy's dick falling off" (i had actually only intended for it to be interpreted as going limp). and Moto-erotic is not about all men! I just happen to think that guys who drive hummers and pump the bass might be trying to make up for a little ( <--ha!) something.
Isn't there such thing as a feminist who DOESN'T hate men? WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE GET IT???????
posi moto-erotic feedback from a boy who knows I can't possibly scorn the ween: "it was like KRAFTWERK"
+I'm prob recording with will soon
and making some weird EA shit with the line dancing king of calgary (matt, father of asthma the pomelo)
and hugging my good friends
but energy = just d r a i n e dddd , maybe not just because of the rough barfly monday crowd. a general motif to build my next show around would probably be beneficial. it was kind of thrown together
hmmm, Maybe i'll wear my ninja turtle shell. we'll see what mr. barfly-dwelling football-jersey-wearing pool-playing red-haired rather large man has to say about THAT.
my biggest concern with performance art must be misrepresentation. i don't want to misrepresent myself, and I want my audience to understand that what they are seeing isn't all of me. It's a part of me, it came out of me. But it's not me. It's a character. Just because i scream about boys driving big cars because they have small dicks doesn't mean i'm gonna go all lorena bobbitt on y'all.
i'm not backing down, just re-evaluating my approach. it was valid, but it certainly wasn't ME.
(whoa, I must be having a classic "WHO AM I ...?" moment...)
heaven bless live journal, for sparing the ears of the innocent from this torrential townpour. i mean downpour. scrollbars are magical things.
so i've shown that side of myself. but I was supposed to be doing action party for FUN. I think next time I'm going to focus on the part of me that exists most often: curious sarah, full of bad puns and musings about inconsequential details such as the fact that the metro really smells like maple syrup sometimes.
i feel so scattered about my perf last night at action par-taay.
was it inappropriate/out of context?
maybe I should have followed my instinct and not told the magic stick story?
and DID YOU KNOW that somebody else, FROM MONTREAL, has already done the live-beet-grating-onto-white-clothing-as-a-symbol-of-the-human-heart thing? how was i supposed to know?
I actually did discover it while grating beets into salad last april. or so i thought.
bizarre.
i suppose everybody does things they're not entirely happy with once in a while. I've been lucky.
the autoharp song/lucky love outro went better than planned. that was when i felt right in my element. maybe i should stick to quirky sarah stuff, and bag the whole militant bitch vibe i've got going on. it's obvious why dude asked if I hate men, (only after telling me how much he enjoyed my performance) the magic stick story may have been a little harsh for the type of atmosphere/event that it was. But i am not going to apologize for having an opinion. the story is about RESPECT and MORALS, not just "some guy's dick falling off" (i had actually only intended for it to be interpreted as going limp). and Moto-erotic is not about all men! I just happen to think that guys who drive hummers and pump the bass might be trying to make up for a little ( <--ha!) something.
Isn't there such thing as a feminist who DOESN'T hate men? WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE GET IT???????
posi moto-erotic feedback from a boy who knows I can't possibly scorn the ween: "it was like KRAFTWERK"
+I'm prob recording with will soon
and making some weird EA shit with the line dancing king of calgary (matt, father of asthma the pomelo)
and hugging my good friends
but energy = just d r a i n e dddd , maybe not just because of the rough barfly monday crowd. a general motif to build my next show around would probably be beneficial. it was kind of thrown together
hmmm, Maybe i'll wear my ninja turtle shell. we'll see what mr. barfly-dwelling football-jersey-wearing pool-playing red-haired rather large man has to say about THAT.
my biggest concern with performance art must be misrepresentation. i don't want to misrepresent myself, and I want my audience to understand that what they are seeing isn't all of me. It's a part of me, it came out of me. But it's not me. It's a character. Just because i scream about boys driving big cars because they have small dicks doesn't mean i'm gonna go all lorena bobbitt on y'all.
i'm not backing down, just re-evaluating my approach. it was valid, but it certainly wasn't ME.
(whoa, I must be having a classic "WHO AM I ...?" moment...)
heaven bless live journal, for sparing the ears of the innocent from this torrential townpour. i mean downpour. scrollbars are magical things.
so i've shown that side of myself. but I was supposed to be doing action party for FUN. I think next time I'm going to focus on the part of me that exists most often: curious sarah, full of bad puns and musings about inconsequential details such as the fact that the metro really smells like maple syrup sometimes.