trial fibrilation
north ham town was quite ablossom with those tiny white flowers that smell like sexual discharge. the rest of the weekend was nice too. it was the first of two weekends of performances of this play that me and purtle are in, “go to the chateau”, and we were all ready, and everything went splendid. extracurricular activities were slim, as most of our energy went towards the four shows daily, but we’ve been very much enjoying the company of our fellow actors and actresses, as they are fine people and the meta-enjoyment comes from our great enjoyment of desert island scenarios like these in which we befriend people we otherwise would not have met. in this instance it’s particularly heightened, due to the fact that we have staged emotional (but nonetheless emotional) encounters with every person a few times a day. this weekend we hung out a ton with merc, a petite and subtle goof who first arrived in our lives wearing extremely high-waisted pants, and in the play wears a yellow jumpsuit that makes her look more than a bit like a piece in a children’s game, or a contestant on a nickelodeon game show. as noted earlier, the play happens mostly in a moving car for an audience of 2 people, and scenes are set short drives away from each other. merc’s not in our scene but she meets us at the car when the scene is over and together we scramble to the finale for our bows, then back to the house to set up again. since there’s no way for us to see the parts of the play we’re not in, we don’t know exactly what happens in merc’s scene, but it involves a tearful and emotional exit, following which she has to hoof to us on busy streets in as mentioned preposterous attire, all of which is like cult strategy to altered states and mind-attunement to goof-off frequency, making these jaunts to and fro super-enjoyable. me and mike also played basketball, and in keeping with the motif of the past few weeks, gloried in our roles as “scumbags”.
back in worcester now, trying to bust out a ton of silk screen jobs including shirts of my own design for workdeath (whose tape “le corbusier”, available at the link, is pretty much perfect). it’s raining today, which is good for the trees, which in worcester are full of those little green kix that fall and fill up certain sidewalks, plus fine pinks here and there. i walked around a lot on errands today, i got wet.
… now sitting one room away from scott as he chops up crass-font text to go over a grainy picture of Laura Dern… there are three more 3SOL tapes about to drop (two work/death, one some famous-ish dudes). the clips I have heard so far rule.
glad to hear your play is going well… too many inter-city bus rides have left me with the lingering idea of staging a play on the greyhound bus run from providence to new york city. the (unsuspecting) audience would be slightly larger than yours, and at the end (Port Authority, of course) it would remain unclear whether the events that had transpired had been real or staged. if anyone wants to steal that idea and do it, go for it… I would kind of rather be on the bus to witness such a thing, rather than have the responsibility of making sure none of the actors got arrested in the process.
merc rules.
Can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow.