I have begun this blog and left it hanging.....
Here I am talking to you in the wee hours. Driving home tonight I thought of you blog. Whilst viewing the trees swim past and tar seal road smattered with rain with grass growing up the walls of the surrounding up slopping zoom home route. I was at a friends flat where they had a fun friendly night showing new potential flat mates around with two extra guests, myself and Camilo the delightful French man in rainbow coloured clothing. He kept giving every one chocolate, farm bake cookies and apples. It was nice.
I thought of you too. I feel awake again. Life is like this brilliant mass of shaking branches and each one drops a thousand leaves across the cityscape and countryside.
Did you look at me across the back alley of Eva Street at the S.A.M.P.L.E show? Who can know. I dreamt of making M.U.S.I.C with you once. A strange thing. Then saw you on the same night behind me at a show. I told you so. Funny that I wouldn't normally talk to you, nor you to I. Isn't it weird how with some people there is a sense of mystery, yet destiny, or maybe just a pure sense of never knowing and keeping it that way until fate would have it otherwise.
You too, yes you also. I think you are brilliant. You’re sheer fantastic. The stroke of you in every brush. I can write lines to make one blush, but not reveal who it is, because some things are private and this is merely a sounding board for words into fruition of what I know not. You are like the broom that sweeps up every leave autumn dropped. Some thing beautiful lies in you. Like an old oak cut down you can see every year, every line that summer and time created in its growth.
I could detail more, but I will leave it here on this.
The S.A.M.P.L.E was really sweet. Interesting cats came to view what was an appealing and very entertaining night created by Alana Yee. Dancers in tow with performance art fire. Musicians trying new and awesome things. High light Daniel Nagels with his drums attached to visual triggers going off off off when he played, All I can say is 'Yeeeaaaahhh I want to dance with somebody, I want to feel the heat with somebody, with somebody who loves me' Whitney Houston trigger quote used in his work was total brilliance.
Here I am talking to you in the wee hours. Driving home tonight I thought of you blog. Whilst viewing the trees swim past and tar seal road smattered with rain with grass growing up the walls of the surrounding up slopping zoom home route. I was at a friends flat where they had a fun friendly night showing new potential flat mates around with two extra guests, myself and Camilo the delightful French man in rainbow coloured clothing. He kept giving every one chocolate, farm bake cookies and apples. It was nice.
I thought of you too. I feel awake again. Life is like this brilliant mass of shaking branches and each one drops a thousand leaves across the cityscape and countryside.
Did you look at me across the back alley of Eva Street at the S.A.M.P.L.E show? Who can know. I dreamt of making M.U.S.I.C with you once. A strange thing. Then saw you on the same night behind me at a show. I told you so. Funny that I wouldn't normally talk to you, nor you to I. Isn't it weird how with some people there is a sense of mystery, yet destiny, or maybe just a pure sense of never knowing and keeping it that way until fate would have it otherwise.
You too, yes you also. I think you are brilliant. You’re sheer fantastic. The stroke of you in every brush. I can write lines to make one blush, but not reveal who it is, because some things are private and this is merely a sounding board for words into fruition of what I know not. You are like the broom that sweeps up every leave autumn dropped. Some thing beautiful lies in you. Like an old oak cut down you can see every year, every line that summer and time created in its growth.
I could detail more, but I will leave it here on this.
The S.A.M.P.L.E was really sweet. Interesting cats came to view what was an appealing and very entertaining night created by Alana Yee. Dancers in tow with performance art fire. Musicians trying new and awesome things. High light Daniel Nagels with his drums attached to visual triggers going off off off when he played, All I can say is 'Yeeeaaaahhh I want to dance with somebody, I want to feel the heat with somebody, with somebody who loves me' Whitney Houston trigger quote used in his work was total brilliance.
My piece was themed Winter Sports Meets Imperialism and Pop Culture. It included dancers, visuals and musicians. It went down without a hitch. I was pretty pleased with the performance and the whole event. Thank you to all who came and enjoyed themselves, Alana and The Russian Frost Farmers Gallery on Eva Street.
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