art in the raw on cortland

no sets
no lights
no backstage
we are staged
no rehearsal
just thinking on your feet
on one foot moving through space
trailing the heartbeat

must there be an elaborate set to enhance the project?
or can we count on the elasticity of the mind to create a scene
horns blowing
knowing how to take the audience away
from the lack of a sound system and the fallen plaster along the walls
to the place in your mind where your process didn't package the product
because it will be opened
it should be open

i was hypnotized by my discomfort
horns not in tune
the electric bass and the laptop
a bow, a saw, and a plastic water bottle
a seizured song
my mind tuned into the process
my ears could not bear the product
yet when i hear the word
artist
i am supposed to think of you
i am supposed to think of you
surrounded in patchouli clouds
hand hovering over that thing
you know that thing that manipulates sound
distorts the waves
making the insides of my ear itch
the inside of my skin tingle
i want to dance
to take it in
but i am focused on revolution through spectation

Criticism is how perfectionists express emotion...

That moment when you want to say something...but then you forget what it is

On Redmoon Theater's Drum Tree
Thursday, September 5, 2002

I thought that the performance was cool. I guess the tower was about thirty feet with a drummer on every level and then two that were maneuvering up and down using a pulley system. There was also a cuckoo-er a.k.a. a songbird a.k.a. a woman . The set-up was very industrial looking and they had traditional drums as well as pipes that they played. Not to far from thedrumextravaganza that is blue man group although somewhat of a different spin I guess. If you can imagine the slow creeping sounds of a drum procession before the tribe comes out to dance it was something like that. Each movement would reach a climax and then become a whisper. It sounded like they had some kind of organ or apparatus that made ethereal(not sure that this word sums it up) sounds but I couldn't tell because it was built into their stage. A framework of a building if you will. A framework for sound. I felt as if the drum was a framework of sound and in that way it all makes sense really. The building was the spine. Like a body. The drums lacking flesh. Flesh would be dancing, wind instruments, strings.
The skyscrapers as a backdrop was and is always a plus. And the night sky, this rich blue blanket seemed to hold it altogether. My imagination seems to run away with my senses at times because I thought the tower was going to be flaming. But only a garbage can and a stick were. Not bad for thirty minutes.

I can be very backward about coming forward. This prevents me from finding my bobby-dazzler.