what a day
Yesterday had apocalyptic overtones. I woke in the morning to huge thunderclouds right over my house and rain falling at right angles. The whole day was wet, cold, and everybody in the city had a look of mute despair. I wasn't able to watch or listen to the news all day, and only caught a brief glimpse of the front-page of the New York Times before feeling so disgusted with what it had to report that I could read no more. More frightening than any conspiracy theory about voter fraud is the realization that this is what America legitimately decided.
I gave a music performance about it last night at the Jiffy-Scuttler. It was something of a truncated version as I was having doubts as to whether a club with a bunch of loud people talking at the bar was really the place to be presenting the work, but I think people got it. It was really my first piece of overtly political art, and it felt good. And it wasn't about changing people's minds, it was about grieving the events of the last couple of days.
Thanks to everybody who let me get recordings of them over the past two weeks. Here are a few of the samples I used:
Nathan (ex-pat Floridian in Amsterdam)
Mitch (San Francisco)
Frank (Germany)
Radim (Slovakia)
Rémi (France)
Roman (Czech ex-pat in San Francisco)
Aki (ex-pat Osaka-jin in San Francisco)
Seamus (Mancunian ex-pat in Amsterdam)
Blevin and Wobbly's sets both rocked, I don't understand why people weren't dancing. Maybe it was the weather or just the general malaise of the city.
