Go Forth and Sin No More

In Animals, Artists, Current reading, Fête de la Musique, Local projects, Music, Revision, Sanford Meisner, The Crab Walker, Theater on June 21, 2014 at 12:35 pm

At our meeting yesterday morning, we agreed on a few things:

A) he needs a miracle to pass the driving permit theoretical test on a first go.

B) miracles are rare occurrences, except for the ones we  never notice, and those don’t count.

C) no matter how nervous we get, we aim for the Zen Attitude from start to finish (this last agreement followed on his account of one guy losing it and putting a stranglehold on the man who administered the test. We do not approve of the stranglehold mentality.)

D) Repeat : We Do not Approve of the Stranglehold Mentality.


That and other such matters settled in the afternoon,  another “we”  sang in two sets last night, after reaching a Gentle Agreement with the Hard Rock Extremely -Sound -and- Amp -Equiped Bands on the town square. This “we”  sent four emissaries to negotiate the agreement: two ladies in full performance plumage, and two men, also in stage attire. We did the first set while the crowd next door watched France begin trouncing Switzerland 3-0. Ate supper during the break in soccer play (the rock band played; we ate inside). Did the second set while France finished trouncing Switzerland in Rio. Left the delightful little town as crowds milled and celebrated while small children slept on benches or raised Cain  on the back streets.

Next concert: tonight as the first of three acts in another small town.

Note : If music  and strikes aren’t your thing, France isn’t for you, come summer.


Total morning goof-off, save for the dog’s walk around the block. Finished a re-read of Stanislaw Lem’s Solaris, years after the initial reading. An imperfect God. Not so much clueless as unaware of consequences. Not that his intentions aren’t good, but how can he calibrate to the nth neutrino for all of those creatures both great and small that keep tumbling out of the cornucopia? Like getting the sound balance right on the amps for  Extreme Rock Bands. Their just-right is another’s battered lower brain begging for mercy.

Faith, Hope and Charity are entitled to hang in there. Of course. They just need to know Extreme Rock Bands like their sound extremely amplified.


So you want to write stories, do you? And you think somewhere out there, there are folks who might relate to them. I wish you blue birds in the spring, to give your heart a song to sing. And then, a kiss, but more than this, I wish you love.

(Sarcastic? I only wish. Things might be a lot easier if I were.)


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