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Sep. 30th, 2017 11:20 pmEmma is an artist. When we got to Broadway, a man got on the train and gave a short speech which I didn't hear that I thought would be about AIDS and not having a bus ticket back home, but then he sang and got off at South Station, presumably to serenade another train car.
I know who Mehmet Ali Sanlıkol is because I have a Far Cry album with a commissioned work he wrote for them. He played zurna, that's the Turkish equivalent of an oboe. I'd say clarinet but apparently it's double-reed.
I can't remember what song by Erkin Koray they played but I definitely recognized it as his style. At the end, he sang in rapid-fire Turkish mixed with scatting.
Meanwhile, Oscar Stagnaro and the Peruvian Tinge played Peruvian jazz, which makes sense given their name.
Camille Thurman plays saxophone and flute and scat-sings. She did her take on Horace Silver and consciousness and Dizzy Gillespie.
Assol Garcia is Cape Verdean and only started playing music at 21 years old.
Marko Djordjevic (pronounced a bit like George-evic and is typically rendered as Đorđević) and Sveti played jazz fusion. Marko is a drummer from Serbia. It started pouring when he played and he said he once played in subzero weather and I'm not sure if it's Celsius or Fahrenheit but either way, it's a lot easier to play in the autumn rain and very hardcore to play when it's below zero. It's just that Fahrenheit would be even more hardcore but I can't imagine too many festivals on January mornings.
Emily Estefan is the daughter of Gloria and Emilio Estevan and sang a tribute to the women who inspired her starting with Billie Holiday.
One of the members of Kina Zoré from Burkina Faso.
I said at the end of Kina Zoré's set that yeah maybe we do want four more songs but I couldn't take another one. I told Alex that I danced myself into exhaustion. The songs they played sounded familiar, the one about Mama Afrika and the one about a man who gets where he is by walking all over others and the one where we could sing along and the one where he taught us a Portuguese phrase but did not deign to let us know what that phrase meant, or maybe he did and I just forgot.
The park was under renovations so the festival was smaller and I think fewer people turned out because of the rain. But all the acts were really good.
A man had tattoos of roses and a woman with a sword.
A machine did something to Jane's charlie card. Jane has blue dye in her ponytail.
There was a woman with pale pink hair and a woman with deep purple hair and crystal pendants and an emerald-bejeweled septum ring.
Josh was ultra-impressed by his mighty jawline. I drew him with his hat on and afterwards he put it on Monica. Josh has gauge earrings and a nose ring and a tattoo of the Earth on his neck. Monica has mesopelagic blue green and lavender hair.
Audra's name is Polish and not Lithuanian like I thought it'd be. Audra is Lithuanian for storm or tempest. Well, she says it's Polish. Maybe the result of some cultural exchange during the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. Audra writes poems and stories and has Beatles lyrics in Wiccan glyphs tattooed on her chestal area which is technically called a thorax in humans but that makes me think of insects, a writing system used as a cypher for the Latin alphabet since the early 16th century, which I, along with many other people, thought were Hebrew. It looks like a cross between Hebrew and variations on Cuchulainn's sigil. Audra's hair is blonde, tied with a blue ribbon. Her eyelashes were covered in green glitter and it looked they were dyed. She wears a ring on every finger, including one with twin pearls and one shaped like a giraffe, because giraffes are awesome.
Mari plays ukulele and sings but nothing she wrote is ready to be performed for real yet. She's a jazz fan and her mother got her into it.
Hope and Anukriti are both first-year art students. While showing them the drawing of them, a glob of coalesced rain water fell down from the tree and plopped on the drawing of a woman with a red jacket and a pom-pom hat. I was meaning to find her and perhaps redo the drawing but I wasn't able to find her. She gets it, though: gotta protect the art.
If only it fell on Hope's jacket. Either the actual jacket, because it's probably waterproof or at least more waterproof than the paper, or the depiction of her jacket, which had a pink sunset prism look to it and a water droplet would smear the ink in such a way that it looks more like it does in life. She also had a choker that was a bit darker than her skin, hoop earrings with crystals attached to them, a nose ring, striped pants, a golden ankle bracelet, and sandals made from some kind of glittery jelly substance. Speaking of feet, my sock was wet. I don't know why it was wet, and my other sock was fine even though I stepped in a puddle with that foot.
In the portrait, she's sticking her tongue out.
Anukriti has a pendant with a crystal held in silver talons and a pendant depicting a crescent moon, her shirt had way too ornate patterns to draw on a day like this, and dark eyes limned with violet. She has a tattoo of a yin-yang below her clavicle. Hope has blonde hair and Anukriti has abyssopelagic black hair. She has a septum ring and a side nose stud. The name Anukriti means replica in Hindi. I asked her to write it for me because I couldn't hear over the music.
I'd complain because this is the fifth concert I went to this year in which it rained and told several people, Amanda, Hope, Danielle, Jane, that it's a struggle to draw people who catch my interest vs having rain fall on me while I'm drawing. Danielle said I had to get the freckles in.
But Jazz is noir and noir is rainy.
There was a woman who sounded British or some kind of European.
Marissa has floral earrings hidden by the hood of her jacket.
Amanda's pendant is a gold coin. She has short black hair under a glitter-woven hat.
I saw someone who looked like a Mike I knew in college and by an astonishing coincidence, his name was also Mike.
Or maybe not really because there aren't as many male names as there are female names.
A woman had a pendant of a crocodile skull or perhaps it was an alligator skull. Her friend had a t-shirt that depicted a happy unicorn and said HAIL SATAN on it. Meanwhile, Bethany read a book called A Dream Between Two Rivers, apparently stories about immigrants and refugees, faery tales and nightmares, subway rats and ghosts, which sounds quite intriguing but I'm afraid it will vanish into the aether before I get the chance to obtain it.
Carl looks a bit like Alex. The Alex of Atlas Lab, not the Alex I met at Jazz Fest, who is a woman with a high-necked sweater and a jacket the color of clear skies as filtered through cellophane. Her voice is quiet and wavering.
The lights on the train kept going off right after the doors closed each station.
One of Grace's rings is a silver snake.
burning question: What does an alt-hero do, anyway, after apparently getting dressed by running through an elderly Southern man's washing line at top speed? Bravely open Twitter and post about SJWs? Fly into burning buildings and tell the people there that it's probably black people's fault?
I know who Mehmet Ali Sanlıkol is because I have a Far Cry album with a commissioned work he wrote for them. He played zurna, that's the Turkish equivalent of an oboe. I'd say clarinet but apparently it's double-reed.
I can't remember what song by Erkin Koray they played but I definitely recognized it as his style. At the end, he sang in rapid-fire Turkish mixed with scatting.
Meanwhile, Oscar Stagnaro and the Peruvian Tinge played Peruvian jazz, which makes sense given their name.
Camille Thurman plays saxophone and flute and scat-sings. She did her take on Horace Silver and consciousness and Dizzy Gillespie.
Assol Garcia is Cape Verdean and only started playing music at 21 years old.
Marko Djordjevic (pronounced a bit like George-evic and is typically rendered as Đorđević) and Sveti played jazz fusion. Marko is a drummer from Serbia. It started pouring when he played and he said he once played in subzero weather and I'm not sure if it's Celsius or Fahrenheit but either way, it's a lot easier to play in the autumn rain and very hardcore to play when it's below zero. It's just that Fahrenheit would be even more hardcore but I can't imagine too many festivals on January mornings.
Emily Estefan is the daughter of Gloria and Emilio Estevan and sang a tribute to the women who inspired her starting with Billie Holiday.
One of the members of Kina Zoré from Burkina Faso.
I said at the end of Kina Zoré's set that yeah maybe we do want four more songs but I couldn't take another one. I told Alex that I danced myself into exhaustion. The songs they played sounded familiar, the one about Mama Afrika and the one about a man who gets where he is by walking all over others and the one where we could sing along and the one where he taught us a Portuguese phrase but did not deign to let us know what that phrase meant, or maybe he did and I just forgot.
The park was under renovations so the festival was smaller and I think fewer people turned out because of the rain. But all the acts were really good.
A man had tattoos of roses and a woman with a sword.
A machine did something to Jane's charlie card. Jane has blue dye in her ponytail.
There was a woman with pale pink hair and a woman with deep purple hair and crystal pendants and an emerald-bejeweled septum ring.
Josh was ultra-impressed by his mighty jawline. I drew him with his hat on and afterwards he put it on Monica. Josh has gauge earrings and a nose ring and a tattoo of the Earth on his neck. Monica has mesopelagic blue green and lavender hair.
Audra's name is Polish and not Lithuanian like I thought it'd be. Audra is Lithuanian for storm or tempest. Well, she says it's Polish. Maybe the result of some cultural exchange during the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. Audra writes poems and stories and has Beatles lyrics in Wiccan glyphs tattooed on her chestal area which is technically called a thorax in humans but that makes me think of insects, a writing system used as a cypher for the Latin alphabet since the early 16th century, which I, along with many other people, thought were Hebrew. It looks like a cross between Hebrew and variations on Cuchulainn's sigil. Audra's hair is blonde, tied with a blue ribbon. Her eyelashes were covered in green glitter and it looked they were dyed. She wears a ring on every finger, including one with twin pearls and one shaped like a giraffe, because giraffes are awesome.
Mari plays ukulele and sings but nothing she wrote is ready to be performed for real yet. She's a jazz fan and her mother got her into it.
Hope and Anukriti are both first-year art students. While showing them the drawing of them, a glob of coalesced rain water fell down from the tree and plopped on the drawing of a woman with a red jacket and a pom-pom hat. I was meaning to find her and perhaps redo the drawing but I wasn't able to find her. She gets it, though: gotta protect the art.
If only it fell on Hope's jacket. Either the actual jacket, because it's probably waterproof or at least more waterproof than the paper, or the depiction of her jacket, which had a pink sunset prism look to it and a water droplet would smear the ink in such a way that it looks more like it does in life. She also had a choker that was a bit darker than her skin, hoop earrings with crystals attached to them, a nose ring, striped pants, a golden ankle bracelet, and sandals made from some kind of glittery jelly substance. Speaking of feet, my sock was wet. I don't know why it was wet, and my other sock was fine even though I stepped in a puddle with that foot.
In the portrait, she's sticking her tongue out.
Anukriti has a pendant with a crystal held in silver talons and a pendant depicting a crescent moon, her shirt had way too ornate patterns to draw on a day like this, and dark eyes limned with violet. She has a tattoo of a yin-yang below her clavicle. Hope has blonde hair and Anukriti has abyssopelagic black hair. She has a septum ring and a side nose stud. The name Anukriti means replica in Hindi. I asked her to write it for me because I couldn't hear over the music.
I'd complain because this is the fifth concert I went to this year in which it rained and told several people, Amanda, Hope, Danielle, Jane, that it's a struggle to draw people who catch my interest vs having rain fall on me while I'm drawing. Danielle said I had to get the freckles in.
But Jazz is noir and noir is rainy.
There was a woman who sounded British or some kind of European.
Marissa has floral earrings hidden by the hood of her jacket.
Amanda's pendant is a gold coin. She has short black hair under a glitter-woven hat.
I saw someone who looked like a Mike I knew in college and by an astonishing coincidence, his name was also Mike.
Or maybe not really because there aren't as many male names as there are female names.
A woman had a pendant of a crocodile skull or perhaps it was an alligator skull. Her friend had a t-shirt that depicted a happy unicorn and said HAIL SATAN on it. Meanwhile, Bethany read a book called A Dream Between Two Rivers, apparently stories about immigrants and refugees, faery tales and nightmares, subway rats and ghosts, which sounds quite intriguing but I'm afraid it will vanish into the aether before I get the chance to obtain it.
Carl looks a bit like Alex. The Alex of Atlas Lab, not the Alex I met at Jazz Fest, who is a woman with a high-necked sweater and a jacket the color of clear skies as filtered through cellophane. Her voice is quiet and wavering.
The lights on the train kept going off right after the doors closed each station.
One of Grace's rings is a silver snake.
burning question: What does an alt-hero do, anyway, after apparently getting dressed by running through an elderly Southern man's washing line at top speed? Bravely open Twitter and post about SJWs? Fly into burning buildings and tell the people there that it's probably black people's fault?
