Fuzzy in the Chair
Dinner and music at The Blue Chair featuring Le Fuzz.
Le Fuzz is Frank Bessai and Thom Golub and company. I know Frank as he is Diane’s son and she used to talk about him ll the time in classes and Thom is Leslie’s second cousin.
The food was so-so but the world beat was fun and we grooved a bit. We caught the early show so we’ll be in bed by 11.
Dance. Company.
Back at the Timms for bwdc’s presentation of The 605 Collective. We missed the first show of the season last week so I had no excuse to skip out on this one.
And I’m so glad I didn’t. It was beautiful, energetic and entertaining. One of those presentations you find yourself wondering if it was the choreographer or the dancers who were capturing your attention; and inevitably concluding it didn’t matter.
Hail Ceasar
I guess this mixer suits my imperial ambitions: Imperial Red!
Take the quiz:
BOO!
Studio Theatre’s first effort is August Strindberg’s Ghost Sonata: first year fodder for me. Eventually I’ll see all the plays I read in university. But I’ll be pretty damn old.
The Mosel
Head Case
My head follows
Where my feet care to venture
My mind wonders
Why that must be so
Have not we discovered
The path to serenity lies
In leading our feet
To places we know
They say it is better
If I am forewarned
And happiness comes
In embracing the flow
Avoiding the storm
That wracks the shores and the sea
Setting a course
Prescribe where we go
But as much as it pains us
The bedlam and discord
We do cherish the moment
Those smallest of victories will show
So look to to tomorrow
And hold dear to today
Let go past footsteps
And listen to what the winds
And waves
Have to say
On occasion of not being dissatisfied with my dissatisfaction
2 Day
Beer.
It’s not wine, cold and clear
It’s beer.
It’s not coke, dark and frothy
It’s beer.
There’s no water, sweet and refreshing
There’s beer.
On days like this I hold it dear
Beer.
On occasion of needing a beer
Writewright
Suddenly I realized
My breath was not
Synchronized
The rise and fall and in and out
Little to do
With wants did flout
No two no pair no pas de deux
Infernal turmoil
Argues anew
But such is the path that I employ
Conflict breeds
Such exquisite joy
On occasion of her complaining
Meaty meat meat
Huh, so that’s what a good BBQ pork butt looks like…
I wonder if Gowan ever played here
