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twenty minutes after twelve hours travel
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Thing 1 and Thing 2 are up to their old antics
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Ecstasy. Power. Codified. Holisitc. Deliverance. History. Anger. Threshold. Hegemony. Energy. Paradox. WORDS, Words, words. When I think about codes in the performance of everyday life, words always seem to come to mind. Semantics, in almost every culture, signify who we are, what we are doing, and how we react to our world and relationships....
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seventeen years since
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Would you mind indulging me for just a second? Take a breath, close your eyes and listen. Listen to the street, footsteps on the pavement, glasses clinking, your own inhalation, anything that is around you. Listen and be still. Now, feel your hands and drop into your...
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In my secret life I sing musicals. I’ll be driving along with the windows down and without even realizing it, I’ll start belting out “In My Own Little Corner” from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. I can’t help it. And of course, the best from the golden age of American musicals starred Julie Andrews. And...
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Born in Germany, raised in Montana, and performing all over the world, I would like you all to meet Reggie Watts, my new secret lover. Well, sort of. In my secret imagined life, he would be my lover. In this one, I’m just fascinated with him. A bold performance artist, Watts’ blends comedy, stream...
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We all have mornings when we wake up and the lover next to us seems like a stranger. Early hours when last nights actions hang heavy or fall flat in the room. Those kinds of mornings happen to me a lot, more than most people actually.  It’s not because I don’t care deeply about...
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Performance art is bad when artifice takes precedence over the performance. At best it’s kitchy and at worsts it’s a waste of everyone’s time.  Artifice: a manufactured thing. Performance implies a body, moving and engaged. The thing made should not come before the body, the thing making. The general (the body) should always come...
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Meschiya Lake was unknown to me until I heard her tunes coming over the speakers at the relatively hidden upper-east-side arts club, Fair Folks & A Goat.  Fair Folks has a twin space in New Orleans, and through this umbilicus of arts and culture, Meschiya and her band, The Little Big Horns was to...
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