hey.
don;t worry about it.
she only does what she
does because she wants to see
you doing something stable
and non-risky in life.
we didn;t play today. mike had to work.
i feel like there is a government within
the government working against us.
bobby was talking today
about how mike is not progressing
and we are....why can;t we just accept
each other for who we are. none of
us are perfect. we wouldn't still be playing
without mike...something's definitely
up with mike, though...whatever....involving
our personal lives at practice is a bad idea.
too many conflicts. too many misconceptions.
so no ho on the ro ho, i guess.
sorry about the bass campaign. i just really think
you should get yr own at some point.
there that's the end of it. i'm still slowly going
crazy, though. i'm gonna start wearing tissue
boxes on my feet and saving my urine somtime
next week at this rate.
the talent show's not until may now, so dead end's
coming down the 6th and recording all weekend.
they better bring nog! no recording without my nog!
oh, you! ..too! too many exclamations...
we're staying indie. JP himself snuck in sometime
this weekend and recorded
a message on my tape player
that he'd make us stickers
and get us a show at the philly rec center.
i don;t know. i guess i'll start sending them out.
if i can find the post office. revelation
is the label for us, i'm tellin ya.
don't burn a hole in the wall.
you might see an evil little bald man
in a dark cloak looking right back at you
through it like i did.
i saw a piano recital written by you
last night. actually 'stockhausen'.
two guys with grand pianos
with an effects processor on one side
and a row of tuned brass discs on the other
that they would hit sporadically.
at one point when they were 'dueling'
one stood up and looked like he was
going to go over and hit the other..then
he picked up a mallet and hit a wood block
and sat back down.
it was totally dischordant and not musical
at all but they were refined musicians
dressed all in black
and totally serious, and there was a huge
audience totally interested in it. this was
all taped in the 70's, too. weirdest thing
i've ever seen.
well.
oh yeah. we;re practicing (hopefully)
saturday as early as possible at mike's.
(Saturday, March 24th, the day of the show)
we have to be there (the ultimate
goal building) at 5:00 PM.
starts at 6:00 PM. we have a half hour
to play, then the DJ's take over.
we're playing on the basketball court
in the back part of the building.
we'll probly use the Border's lights and
PA, but maybe not...
that's all i know, i swear.
well, actually,....
there is a donkey basketball
game in that room
before we get to come in and set
up, so bring a shovel and some garbage
bags.
BUT NOT.
CRIMINY CORN HUSKS!
BUMBLING BOGLINS!
Scene Two:
[Stockhausen's 'Mantra' is heard from the
wings]
[Cast is strewn about a huge, bare, green carpet
lit in multicolored spots and facing in different directions;
when each speaks, a hot white light illuminates
only their groin area]
TWO THIRDS MAN, ONE THIRD BEE: [moving his hand with the
words but not his lips]
"damn that's a long email.
i'm actually gay, and i want you."
ROSCO: [boisterous voice heard from stage left]
"but don't tell scott!"
CHEECH MARIN: "i feel like a million bucks,
how 'bout a nice smelly booger?"
CHRIS CORNELL: [with long, flowing locks]
"just like suuuiciiide."
MODEM: [center stage]
"010101111000010101.....shhhhhhhh."
JACO PASTORIOUS: [sitting indian style
showing the whites of his eyes
dressed in full sherlock homes attire smoking
bubble pipe]
" i really am crazy"
TERI GARR: [tiny, falsetto scream] "i like pizza."
[ multicolored spotlights are replaced by
a red floodlight and cast scatters hysterically]
[exeunt]