Thursday, September 06, 2001

The mousey-moved cursor darts jerkily across the screen. I wonder if it has anything to do with the infestation of corrupting data I download through aimster. The machine's synapses are spastically epileptic. We'll work through it.
Lauren Barrett Porter went from Ocipita to Helena in an impressive way. She played in the guerilla theatre production of Midsummer Night's Dream at Washington Square Park, a well directed production that used the relocating of the stage and audience scene changes to build momentum in an already energized performance. I spotted Tom O'Horgan in the audience looking amused and involved. He's the man who did such a number on the original broadway production of Jesus Christ Superstar, and did a finer job, I suppose, with Hair, and definitely a fine job with Futz. He is a source for all instruments musical

MTV hosted their awards at the MET Opera House, a resonant building and a career destination if there ever was one for Peter Dizozza, the theatrical composer. They were over their head, but that's what happens when you insist upon competence only slightly beyond what your audience has, otherwise your audience won't be suckered into thinking that it could be them up there, and the bottom falls out of their incentive for watching you. Oh dear. It does make for an embarrassing display. All the best to them, of course.

Even as earlier projects call for work and training to arrive at stages of completion, new ones are calling. I see Bottom and his troupe putting on the play, and the sense of superiority they bestow upon their audience. These amateurs who rely upon other trades for their livelihood advance theatre that difuses its content, lest it distress. Pyramis and Thisbe. How doubly gruesome! This portion of the play was beautifully acted and enacted, and is the substance of the Midsummer Night's Dream.

Wednesday, September 05, 2001

After the Porters Union concluded their PTMYM Electric Ladyland Recording session, Kessel and Kenny Davidsen were talking about a song I had obsessed about as a child. Gilbert O'Sullivan said his parents were alive and well, yet he pulled our heart strings, and it sounded great. You know that song... John Kessel intends to sing it. I liked singing it, with a bounce, singing a final lyric about how I made up the whole thing on the advice of my manager, but hey, it's simply a fine song. And looking back over the years, and whatever else that appears... Congratulations, Mr. O'Sullivan.

Tony showed me Aimster a few months ago and, after losing my hard drive and toying with it as a slave drive, I was Aimster-up-and-running in a matter of seconds. Kim was watching Wiseman's High School. The Simple Simon Song was on the screen and playing off the computer almost concurrently.

The computer plays the great pop song, Alone Again Naturally, good heavens, such a pretty song. Good acoustic guitar solo!