Blast of Silence

Damn son, what/who haven’t I done this past week?

I went to a goth club last week. 

It lived up to every expectation I had and more.  From the Siouxie and the Banshees videos behind the bar, to the fog machine, to the 6′5" dude in a floor-length skirt the colour of midnight who spent the evening doing his best Martha Graham.  We released the bats. 

I danced to Yaz’s "Situation" with Madeline and promptly blew the whole dance floor away.  The goth kids cheered, hoisted me up on their willowy shoulders and declared me King of the ShadowRealms.  Now I’m carrying Satan’s baby.

 

A few days later I was driving into Toronto at two in the morning Canada-time with a wallet full of Monopoly Money, and a brain full of no sleep.  Beatbox and Space Robbers were performing in the Toronto Improv Fest; so Kathleen, Sean and I bombed across the border and on to glory.

The city won me over in a major way.  The glistening spires of its downtown rise out of a comfortable, laid back city of neighborhoods.  The streets are very wide, and thus one is never overcome by a sense of urban claustrophobia.  Their width is due to another swell feature of the city: old timey streetcars!  They swoop punctually around town under a canopy of sparking wires.  It was Edward Hoppery without the ubiquitous, deafening silence of man’s loneliness.  Only the cool parts.  I should be an art critic!

I explored Chinatown and Kensington Market, got accustomed to the simple yet effective public transportation system, dined on mint Aero Bars, and bedded down on the floor of a really swank ultra-mod hotel. 

My favorite moment of the trip was the Space Robbers show.  It was one of our darkest and funniest.  Space got Robbed.  Very dark and personal coss pollinated with the very silly and fun.  ShadowRealms represent! 

Also, hanging out at the after party with all the Chicagoans and improvisers form around the globe was lovely.  Shout outs to Jill B!

I returned to Chicago, wasted with fast living, and watched the first half of Fitzcarraldo.  Klaus Kinski is…Klaus Kinski.  I’m also currently reading "My Century" by Gunter Grass (Magic Mountain R.I.P.). 

I’m excited about Team USA making it into the World Cup finals.  And I’m already getting psyched for xbxrx’s concert here next month. 

Life is magical and full of possibilities.

I’m also in debt to the IRS.

F.

Glitterbombs, everyone.  I’m out.

 

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