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a taste of the divine
Jun. 29th, 2017 09:01 pmThere was a whirlpool in the fountain that was spinning clockwise. It's like Boston isn't America anymore. It's like we're Argentina… or Rand McNally. I didn't see anyone wearing hats on their feet. I also didn't see anyone with elephant motifs on their clothing and a girl asked me for the time and then when I told her, she remarked that my phone was small but I guess the iPhone is thicker or maybe I ended up in 2009 without noticing.
Chili Duck as I have learned is closer to Prudential than it is to Copley but it's negated when you walk the wrong way because you think "hey, I walked by a Cheesecake Factory and a Five Napkins Burgers when I walked from the Common to Symphony Hall back in April" and then realized Chili Duck wasn't on that street.
I don't think it would matter, really. I missed lunch prices by five minutes. Ah well, the green curry was still good, even if it did use aubergines and not the green spherical eggplants.
I thought I caught a glimpse of Rebecca at the Boston Public Library and hoped that she had planned to stick around to hear Aliya Cycon play.
Outside, the Human DJ sang into a vocoder and played trumpet. He told me that he spent 100 hours attempting to design a t-shirt and is still dissatisfied.
Aliya Cycon plays oud, which she pronounces like food without the o but I always thought it was like the O in Othello, or like the English word ode if the o transmuted into a u. I think the lesson you need to learn is "don't trust me with pronunciation. She wrote a song for her grandmother, she wrote a song about hardship or something and rain and floods, she wrote a song about refugees and the motherland that asks who will write their histories when history is written by the winners (unless you're talking about the Confederacy) and dedicated to that one shy Syrian in the audience, she wrote a prayer and made it wordless and only syllabic because that's how a prayer should be, she told me I gave her the nose she wanted, she said that there's enough reverb to make her feel like she's in a huge stadium filled with people, she fell in love with Arabic music while in the West Bank of Palestine. She's releasing a new album later this summer and it will include an entire string section, a horn section, a drum kit. Today, the musicians included hand drum (typically called darbuka), tambourine (or riqq), cajón, cello, keyboard, electric bass, and Aliya on electric oud. She wrote most of the songs, aside from one about a bird that flew into an open window and asked to be hidden and safe from harm. On the album she sings in English and an unknown vocalist sings in Arabic. At the concert, she alternated between English and Arabic.
Katie plays oboe. The guy who sat next to her at the information table sings but Aliya didn't introduce him to the audience.
I met a Shiba Inu (also known as a doge) on the Green Line. Much happy. So excite. Wow.
I'm not sure if Greta is an artist but she did have some cool jewelry.
burning question: would you use water against a mammoth?
Chili Duck as I have learned is closer to Prudential than it is to Copley but it's negated when you walk the wrong way because you think "hey, I walked by a Cheesecake Factory and a Five Napkins Burgers when I walked from the Common to Symphony Hall back in April" and then realized Chili Duck wasn't on that street.
I don't think it would matter, really. I missed lunch prices by five minutes. Ah well, the green curry was still good, even if it did use aubergines and not the green spherical eggplants.
I thought I caught a glimpse of Rebecca at the Boston Public Library and hoped that she had planned to stick around to hear Aliya Cycon play.
Outside, the Human DJ sang into a vocoder and played trumpet. He told me that he spent 100 hours attempting to design a t-shirt and is still dissatisfied.
Aliya Cycon plays oud, which she pronounces like food without the o but I always thought it was like the O in Othello, or like the English word ode if the o transmuted into a u. I think the lesson you need to learn is "don't trust me with pronunciation. She wrote a song for her grandmother, she wrote a song about hardship or something and rain and floods, she wrote a song about refugees and the motherland that asks who will write their histories when history is written by the winners (unless you're talking about the Confederacy) and dedicated to that one shy Syrian in the audience, she wrote a prayer and made it wordless and only syllabic because that's how a prayer should be, she told me I gave her the nose she wanted, she said that there's enough reverb to make her feel like she's in a huge stadium filled with people, she fell in love with Arabic music while in the West Bank of Palestine. She's releasing a new album later this summer and it will include an entire string section, a horn section, a drum kit. Today, the musicians included hand drum (typically called darbuka), tambourine (or riqq), cajón, cello, keyboard, electric bass, and Aliya on electric oud. She wrote most of the songs, aside from one about a bird that flew into an open window and asked to be hidden and safe from harm. On the album she sings in English and an unknown vocalist sings in Arabic. At the concert, she alternated between English and Arabic.
Katie plays oboe. The guy who sat next to her at the information table sings but Aliya didn't introduce him to the audience.
I met a Shiba Inu (also known as a doge) on the Green Line. Much happy. So excite. Wow.
I'm not sure if Greta is an artist but she did have some cool jewelry.
burning question: would you use water against a mammoth?
