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All I want to do during this time of year is listen to Bringing Down the Horse and play Final Fantasy 7.

Paper Play

I dreamed all day of a play set in a paper world.  Everything on stage was made of paper; sets, costume pieces, puppets, props.  There was tissue paper and cardboard, paper planes, and paper puppets.  

When the audience has been seated, a woman comes out and sits downstage.  She begins by cutting something, maybe a few paper dolls, out of a larger sheet of paper.  She has a monologue to the audience.  Later she makes a pendant, or something small but precious, that would be a key item in the story that is told.

There is a sword fight with cardboard swords.  Large reems of paper with light from behind, used as shadow puppet screens.  Longs flowing gowns and robes made from paper.  Toilet paper rolls used as masks for creatures.  crumpled paper wings on angels or fairies.  Red markers streaked violently across paper to show blood.  Ripped paper in moments of violence.

And during several moments of the show, the audience watches the performers cutting and creating things out of paper.  The created things become props that are immediately used.  We watch the world get built as the story is unfolding.

The story, though not as clear, takes place in a paper forest.  Does a witch live there?  Something out of the pages of a Miyazaki movie.  Something strange and wonderful.  A family in strife maybe.

After the show the audience would be asked to contribute to the paper forest.  

That’s what I dreamed about today.

feeltriprecords:

Ben Leach from PTA just sent us the Masters for their forthcoming LP “trust no man”. It was mixed by the man himself Andrew Humphrey (Telegraph Cables, Sister Crystals, Twin Peaks, Yawn….the list goes on). 10 songs of straight power-gutter-riff-mayhem. Check out this ode to Mark Gonzales. The LP is due sometime in the future through feeltrip, most likely on cassette tape and VHS movie.

(from http://archive.bebo.com)

Kamayamaya

It’s time to bust out all those sweaters.

It’s time to regret and remember.

It’s time to be filled with self doubt, 

and pity, and misery.



This songs for all you college educated kids,

who can’t deal with your massive intelligence.

So sing along as we mope about our

existential crises… crises, whatever.



Just swallow all your chewing gum,

and walk into the new millennium.

Leave all of the things you love behind, behind.



It’s time to stop being so damn sad,

It’s time to be more Don Quixote than Galahad.

It’s time to be really dumb.

So let it all hang out.



But let’s be clear, not like ‘YOLO’ dumb,

not like “let’s party and get fucked up son!”

more like Pooh Bear,

sitting in the woods.



So swallow all your chewing gum,

and walk into the new millennium.

Leave all of the things you know…



Kamayamaya,

burn ‘em down.

Burn down all the things I think I know.

Do you ever fold your thumb and look at the shadow of your hand until you can no longer tell if your hand is supposed to have four or five fingers? Just me? (at The North Woods, Central Park)

Do you ever fold your thumb and look at the shadow of your hand until you can no longer tell if your hand is supposed to have four or five fingers? Just me? (at The North Woods, Central Park)

The Cult Of Creativity | Molly Flatt »

“One thing that creativity researchers do”, he says, “is assume that creativity is the be-all and end-all and we don’t argue why it’s important. Creativity on an everyday level is associated with better physical and mental health, better leadership. But we don’t compare. Is it really better than being good at math or being able to run five miles without getting tired? It depends on what you value and it depends on what we need.”

what I’m working on tonight (play crack the sky by brand new)

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