the pale moon with the joyless eye
She had tattoos of a hot air balloon with a pennant atop, flowers and a panther, a bottle of pills with wings and "think happy thoughts" on the label," King Friday in his castle. She said she had wicked bad vision and had no idea what she was looking at at first when I showed her the drawing I did.
Em, which is short for Emma because she pointed out the other people named Emma depicted in my sketchbook. I can think of a few other things it could be. Emerita, Emerson, Emily. She has rings on every finger, a ring on her thumb a snake with ruby eyes, her wrists covered in bracelets and a necklace with a square shaped pendant. She brought a book with her (her bag had sequin butterflies) but she just started (phases of the moon on the covers) that and was mostly dense writing but with one abstract drawing that was done in pens and sharpies and highlighters, and she lamented not having that much to show me.
She finds drawing faces in profile the hardest thing. She has a dog named Teddy who came with the name Frito.
It's usually something like jewelry or tattoos. Sometimes it's just vibes.
A guy who looked like Mike and probably was named Mike had mutton chops.
For dinner I had a Moroccan kooftah sub, that is to say, minced spiced meat topped with french fries, with lettuce, chopped onions, and hot pepper relish. I was going to get a fish taco or two from the place that moved in after Suasday had to deal with a death in their family but they had to deal with a death in their family and are using the downtime as an excuse to do some renovations. That place must be cursed.
The people next to me, one of whom was covered in tattoos depicting a deer skull, leaves, glyphs, sigils, a spider in its web, were getting harangued by bees.
The sun set red as an old brown dwarf. The moon set red as rust.
The bonus concert was Astor Piazzolla’s Libertango and Fuga y Misterio and the vivace from Mozart’s Concerto for Two Violins. The main concert got changed at some point, although some things were kept from the initial list.
Wolfgang Amadè Mozart - Lucio Silla Overture
It’s broken up into three parts, much like a symphony. Lucius Cornelius Sulla was sort of Julius Caesar's predecessor. Though he actually stepped down as dictator, which means something entirely different in Rome, after serving a six month term for three years.
Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-George - The Anonymous Lover: Ballet Music
The second dance was equal parts stately and jaunty.
In those days, operas had dance segments.
Mozart Symphony No. 29 in A, K. 201
This was written in his middle period. That is to say, he was 18.
Eubie Blake - Shuffle Along Overture
From 1920s Broadway, where black people could act onstage but couldn’t be served lunch.
William Grant - Still Can’t You Line Em
He saw videos of railroad workers singing a work song ribbing each other. It’s a call and response.
Florence Price - Adoration
Originally written for solo organ. This version was played on violin and orchestra.
Astor Piazzolla - The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires
We got Summer and Autumn, the warm seasons. They both quote from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
Arturo Márquez - Danzón No. 2
I can’t decide if I got on the wrong train car or the right one. A group of passengers was very loudly singing Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.
burning question: who was driving the train, Zeno of Elea?
Em, which is short for Emma because she pointed out the other people named Emma depicted in my sketchbook. I can think of a few other things it could be. Emerita, Emerson, Emily. She has rings on every finger, a ring on her thumb a snake with ruby eyes, her wrists covered in bracelets and a necklace with a square shaped pendant. She brought a book with her (her bag had sequin butterflies) but she just started (phases of the moon on the covers) that and was mostly dense writing but with one abstract drawing that was done in pens and sharpies and highlighters, and she lamented not having that much to show me.
She finds drawing faces in profile the hardest thing. She has a dog named Teddy who came with the name Frito.
It's usually something like jewelry or tattoos. Sometimes it's just vibes.
A guy who looked like Mike and probably was named Mike had mutton chops.
For dinner I had a Moroccan kooftah sub, that is to say, minced spiced meat topped with french fries, with lettuce, chopped onions, and hot pepper relish. I was going to get a fish taco or two from the place that moved in after Suasday had to deal with a death in their family but they had to deal with a death in their family and are using the downtime as an excuse to do some renovations. That place must be cursed.
The people next to me, one of whom was covered in tattoos depicting a deer skull, leaves, glyphs, sigils, a spider in its web, were getting harangued by bees.
The sun set red as an old brown dwarf. The moon set red as rust.
The bonus concert was Astor Piazzolla’s Libertango and Fuga y Misterio and the vivace from Mozart’s Concerto for Two Violins. The main concert got changed at some point, although some things were kept from the initial list.
Wolfgang Amadè Mozart - Lucio Silla Overture
It’s broken up into three parts, much like a symphony. Lucius Cornelius Sulla was sort of Julius Caesar's predecessor. Though he actually stepped down as dictator, which means something entirely different in Rome, after serving a six month term for three years.
Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-George - The Anonymous Lover: Ballet Music
The second dance was equal parts stately and jaunty.
In those days, operas had dance segments.
Mozart Symphony No. 29 in A, K. 201
This was written in his middle period. That is to say, he was 18.
Eubie Blake - Shuffle Along Overture
From 1920s Broadway, where black people could act onstage but couldn’t be served lunch.
William Grant - Still Can’t You Line Em
He saw videos of railroad workers singing a work song ribbing each other. It’s a call and response.
Florence Price - Adoration
Originally written for solo organ. This version was played on violin and orchestra.
Astor Piazzolla - The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires
We got Summer and Autumn, the warm seasons. They both quote from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
Arturo Márquez - Danzón No. 2
I can’t decide if I got on the wrong train car or the right one. A group of passengers was very loudly singing Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.
burning question: who was driving the train, Zeno of Elea?