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a distant glimmer
Aug. 23rd, 2015 12:30 amI saw a woman with blonde and blue hair and a tattoo of a vine wrapped around her leg.
As for drawn people on the way in, one woman had tattoos of a purple lily, some kind of many-petaled flower, an incandescent light bulb hot air balloon, and an old-fashioned fighter plane, one woman was wearing a crescent sun pendant her boyfriend made, or maybe it was a sun with an annular eclipse going on. Either way, the pendant is awesome.
They were not only on schedule, though, they actually got through everything in a timely manner. I don't know how things went earlier, I arrived in the afternoon.
I think some things changed. For instance, the Nigerian gospel choir wasn't listed on the schedule. I don't know what replaced them, I was completely enamoured with Kate Diaz's music, and I did write down the setlist: Turnout, The Question Mark, Glare, Locks (which is about a bridge with locks on it), Cameo, On My Own (which is about moving to boston and covering walls with concert ticket stubs), Front Seat, and Remember.
She has a reverbnation.
Kate loved her portrait. She was selling flash drives with her music on it but she misplaced them so I just had to look her up online.
Last Call played the side tent later. Also, the guy with the triceratops tattoos is a musician by the name of Penn Johnson. I didn't get to hear him play, alas.
A woman had a chestpiece tattoo of a stained glass rose.
Dominique was dressed as a punkish casual Death Note character, and by that I mean, she had a mohawk and a tattoo of a dragonfly on her scapula, and her friends were dressed as a Death Note character and a character from an anime I don't recognize.
Some people who worked at Canobie Lake were showing off card tricks. And speaking of magic, a woman just started The Prestige and I told her that book is awesome but nothing else.
"Black magic is making a seven appear on your arm."
She was at Anime Boston dressed as Tifa with a giant freaking buster sword and she knew people would recognize her because everybody who's even touched a copy of Final Fantasy VII knows that Tifa punches monsters.
Brother D did two spoken word works with PANA! a Latin American rock band from Connecticut.
A woman with streaks of teal and blue and violet in her hair had her miniature pinscher with her and she danced with him. I let him sniff my face expecting a sloppy kiss but he barked instead.
I swear I've heard Grupo Fantasia before. Oh right, they were there last year. They played a cha-cha-cha by Carlos Santana that makes me think of William Shatner's version of The Real Slim Shady.
Sarcasmo described themselves as Latin rock. Since I could the word "corazon" in and one of the members was Venezuelan and one of the members was part Dominican, part Peruvian, and part chupacabra, I'm pretty sure this wasn't the Brazilian death metal group. If it was Brazilian, they'd probably use coraçao and if they're death metal, it wouldn't be a coherent coraçao.
Latin American music in general is amazing but Brazilian music is heavenly.
Alexander Faria is Venezuelan but he lives in Boston now and not Brazilian. It felt like one long song. For the last song, a saxophonist joined them.
One woman is now hopefully following me on deviantart and not not following me because she can't read my writing.
One woman reminded me of Shannon and that's why I had to draw her. She was watching rats or mice scamper amongst the train tracks and her friend pointed out that they had somewhere to hide when the train came.
One woman told me that my drawing of her made her night, but she had to get off at South Station.
One guy told me "make me look good. Oh, shit, everyone on the train heard that." and then requested that I draw his friend, who had green hair. He said that natural for him was moving around a lot.
One guy's hair was tied back in such a way to remind me of an octopus.
I had a conversation on the bus about the New York subway and how it wasn't super-crowded when I took it, and by that, I mean, there were plenty of empty seats and I didn't get on at a terminus, and and how the taxis are even scarier and how they went 60 mph on city streets and she thinks that taxis don't go from point A to point B, they go (a line, a loop, a tangle of threads, I said) so they can make more money, and how most of the mansions in Newport have been converted to condominiums or they're owned by historical societies, and how summer colds are the worst, and how she would love to spend time amongst interesting people, and how she head that somehow next winter is going to be even worse than last year's and that she wants summer to last just a little while longer.
Burning Question: why shouldn't we be concerned when terrible people gain power anywhere?
As for drawn people on the way in, one woman had tattoos of a purple lily, some kind of many-petaled flower, an incandescent light bulb hot air balloon, and an old-fashioned fighter plane, one woman was wearing a crescent sun pendant her boyfriend made, or maybe it was a sun with an annular eclipse going on. Either way, the pendant is awesome.
They were not only on schedule, though, they actually got through everything in a timely manner. I don't know how things went earlier, I arrived in the afternoon.
I think some things changed. For instance, the Nigerian gospel choir wasn't listed on the schedule. I don't know what replaced them, I was completely enamoured with Kate Diaz's music, and I did write down the setlist: Turnout, The Question Mark, Glare, Locks (which is about a bridge with locks on it), Cameo, On My Own (which is about moving to boston and covering walls with concert ticket stubs), Front Seat, and Remember.
She has a reverbnation.
Kate loved her portrait. She was selling flash drives with her music on it but she misplaced them so I just had to look her up online.
Last Call played the side tent later. Also, the guy with the triceratops tattoos is a musician by the name of Penn Johnson. I didn't get to hear him play, alas.
A woman had a chestpiece tattoo of a stained glass rose.
Dominique was dressed as a punkish casual Death Note character, and by that I mean, she had a mohawk and a tattoo of a dragonfly on her scapula, and her friends were dressed as a Death Note character and a character from an anime I don't recognize.
Some people who worked at Canobie Lake were showing off card tricks. And speaking of magic, a woman just started The Prestige and I told her that book is awesome but nothing else.
"Black magic is making a seven appear on your arm."
She was at Anime Boston dressed as Tifa with a giant freaking buster sword and she knew people would recognize her because everybody who's even touched a copy of Final Fantasy VII knows that Tifa punches monsters.
Brother D did two spoken word works with PANA! a Latin American rock band from Connecticut.
A woman with streaks of teal and blue and violet in her hair had her miniature pinscher with her and she danced with him. I let him sniff my face expecting a sloppy kiss but he barked instead.
I swear I've heard Grupo Fantasia before. Oh right, they were there last year. They played a cha-cha-cha by Carlos Santana that makes me think of William Shatner's version of The Real Slim Shady.
Sarcasmo described themselves as Latin rock. Since I could the word "corazon" in and one of the members was Venezuelan and one of the members was part Dominican, part Peruvian, and part chupacabra, I'm pretty sure this wasn't the Brazilian death metal group. If it was Brazilian, they'd probably use coraçao and if they're death metal, it wouldn't be a coherent coraçao.
Latin American music in general is amazing but Brazilian music is heavenly.
Alexander Faria is Venezuelan but he lives in Boston now and not Brazilian. It felt like one long song. For the last song, a saxophonist joined them.
One woman is now hopefully following me on deviantart and not not following me because she can't read my writing.
One woman reminded me of Shannon and that's why I had to draw her. She was watching rats or mice scamper amongst the train tracks and her friend pointed out that they had somewhere to hide when the train came.
One woman told me that my drawing of her made her night, but she had to get off at South Station.
One guy told me "make me look good. Oh, shit, everyone on the train heard that." and then requested that I draw his friend, who had green hair. He said that natural for him was moving around a lot.
One guy's hair was tied back in such a way to remind me of an octopus.
I had a conversation on the bus about the New York subway and how it wasn't super-crowded when I took it, and by that, I mean, there were plenty of empty seats and I didn't get on at a terminus, and and how the taxis are even scarier and how they went 60 mph on city streets and she thinks that taxis don't go from point A to point B, they go (a line, a loop, a tangle of threads, I said) so they can make more money, and how most of the mansions in Newport have been converted to condominiums or they're owned by historical societies, and how summer colds are the worst, and how she would love to spend time amongst interesting people, and how she head that somehow next winter is going to be even worse than last year's and that she wants summer to last just a little while longer.
Burning Question: why shouldn't we be concerned when terrible people gain power anywhere?
