Friday, March 20, 2009

VII. Plastic Only

Last night, there were 10 other people in my living room. A delicious bouquet of percussion, voices, accordions and one bass trombone. We rehearsed the "Black Pig Suite" for the first time. Actually, we got through 2 of the 4 songs in the suite: "Echo Round My Heart" and "The Re-Creator" (the latter is bleeding into another title, I am certain). At next week's rehearsal, we get more horns and more voices. And guitar. And bass. Possibly musical saw. Charles, can you pleeeeeeease bring your saw to next practice? Totes thanks.

Going back to NYC in about 3 weeks. Shit. I need to book my flight. Need to get the info to princessFrank, who wants to fly with me. On a plane. Gotta design posters. Gotta practice accordion. I'm rusty in the bellows, and so is my accordion.

From what I've been hearing, there will be an army of us in NYC: The Blasting Company (3 members), El-Haru Kuroi (3 members), princessFrank, Angel Hernandez, and Eva & Aurelia from Æ. That's 11 of us. I suspect there will be more. And whatever sound we produce collectively will be my doe-eyed bride. We plan on doing venues and streets, a la Killsonic last October. Why fly out to another city, leaving behind job security, to work the streets?

Because, deep down inside, everyone wants to be a hooker.

1 comment:

  1. Can you tell Charles about the annual NYC Musical Saw Festival, please? He might want to go: