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It was supposed to be a vacation retreat after a miserable holiday; it became an adventure. I was asked to perform a classical guitar set at a distinguished and eclectic gathering of musicians and poets known as The Circus of the Shattered Monkey - Cirque Du Singe Brise. This is a conglomeration genuine and artistic people and this particular night was being covered by The Boston Globe. It is usually held in Cambridge, MA at the Zeitgeist Gallery, so saith they "We regret that we are unable to accommodate very loud bands! No, Death Metal is not really considered Chamber music..." I accept and why not? I am going towards that direction so it will not be out of my way and I have four days to kill. I love New England. So I venture off with my longest known friend, Rich, who is the director of this event. We last heard that there was a half inch of snow in Boston, clearly no concern to be had. Well, we leave three hours late and then a four journey becomes a seven hour slush puddle due to a blizzard. Cool, I got a parking spot directly out front. After my set I go to find something to eat - through a damn blizzard. I find a place, which is good fortune since I had learned that Cambridge is a city that closes early and this night, being a sunday night and also the sunday following that bullshit holiday, so, can we say ghost town? Oh, did I mention that the city was as white as a ghost due to the blizzard? So, I am at the food place ordering my food to be and I am served by an older woman named Elvira - her name tag said so. She was not in a peasant mood and she let it be known. While I am waiting for my meal a couple is involved an a romantic dispute, probably leading to a breakup..... they finally get their food and leave but now they get louder as they go..... I finish consuming the flesh of what was once a living being. I get myself prepared to leave and then I go. I venture to the outer realm of the environment where I am greeted by man in blue; aka a police officer. This man wants to talk to me. I request to know why. He tells me that he was called out, in a blizzard, about a suspicious and threatening looking man. I was that man. He was called by one named before. (Goth girls seem to be very fucked up!) So I am standing there talking to this man, in a blizzard, setting this matter straight. He ceases to bother me and so I take my leave to walk back to the Zeitgeist, through a blizzard. Well, being that this is my second time in this city as of late, I was here this past September with my other band, Dimentianon, I decided to plunge forth, through a blizzard, along a differing path then I had taken before - I like to hike and I enjoy adventures. Finally certain that I could no longer feel my toes, I came to understand that I was now lost in an unfamiliar region, at night, during a blizzard. "At least I had eaten", I thought to myself as the snow pelted me in the face and ears with intent. I eventually found my way back, I always do. I missed Lisa's set which I had wanted to see. The next performer is a woman with whom my friend, Rich, had been on the phone with for four hours two days ago having phone sex. This was only the second time they had direct contact beyond casual formalities. Actually he thought it was her though it would appear that it was someone whom cannot be determined. He would like the recording of the conversation if the one responsible should happen to be reading this. Overall the event was thoroughly enjoyable and everyone involved had the proper attitude and all did it, and will continue to do so, for all of the right reasons. Did I mention that the Gallery had no heat this night? Actually it came on fifteen minutes before event closed. Luckily for me I had a flask of vanilla vodka on hand. I still could not feel my feet but the rest of me was fine. Now the evening is over and we, really me, are on our way back home, through a blizzard. The retreat is called off due to the death of Rich's great-grandmother. She was 101 - R.I.P. This is my account of this evening and here are some pics of me, oh boy!, before the brand new batteries for the brand new camera I just got depleted. |