healing the rifts
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yamamanama27 days until the vernal equinox
I can't determine if one of the passengers was singing along with his portable music device or venting his frustrations at beings unseen.
Faye had purple hair and a golden pendant with a stone and dangly bits that her mom got for her. A name that most befits her appearance. About halfway through her journey, she fell asleep and listened to music and I tried to alter the portrait because her hair was falling over one eye.
It worked out ok. I don't regret it, anyway.
At South Station, Professor World Band was playing. At least, I want to say it's Professor World Band, but boston.com is being spooty.
I don't want to say he was Professor Paddy Whack. He's a lot less colorful.
Alyssa's shirt depicted lunar phases around an intricate design.
I had to show Kayla and Alyssa the raccoon and owl after my conversation with Chelsea.
This is the kind of insight you can only have when your age is in the single digits: trains don't talk.
And then they sang the itsy bitsy spider, complete with a few fart sounds.
I saw Chelsea (former intern at the wildlife center, not art history student), who was going in to see a friend in Harvard Square (I asked because you don't go outbound from Park Street to get to the Boston Common) and then to see a comedian at the Wilbur Theatre. We both thought the same thing: "you look so familiar and I can't place how I know you."
A woman had really intricate but mundanely colored hair and I wish I had more time to draw a good portrait of her.
I arrived early, had papaya salad which was both potent and spicy and waited at the Nave Gallery, listening to Karol Szymanowski and Rose Polenzani and admiring art.
An old payphone box was converted into a diorama.
Our wristbands fluoresced under ultraviolet light. I think we used the same stuff to make a star map when I was in a Saturday program in my elementary school days.
Só Sol was quite amazing too. They sound more stripped down in person, as it's just vocalist/tambourine, guitar, lap steel, and upright bass. Singer was their last song, Valsa do Corpo was their first song. Singer sounds a bit more industrial on the Bandcamp, it's all clinking and clanking, kupo. It's in English and reminds me of As The Sparrow. Valsa Do Corpo is in Portuguese. I like when people sing in languages that aren't English. It's a shame it doesn't happen very often. Take Eurovision, in which only three non-English songs have won since Emma was born, and the Hebrew and Norwegian songs used as little English as possible.
They weren't selling albums or anything, but Jessica of the Woods made jewelry by taking old piano keys and cutting into them with a sharp object and then filling in the cuts with ink.
I didn't even try to sketch anyone in Atlas Lab. There were just too many people dancing in front of me. I could barely see Emma and Otto and I couldn't see the rest of them. They played the standard seven songs (those would be the songs on the EP, the Portishead cover, and Shadow Song) plus Crystal Lake, which they did for WEMF, plus new, or at least new to me, ones called Maze and Bluer To You and their encore was a new song called Viceroy, which, when I saw the set list because nobody would ever know what the songs were called if they didn't look at the set list, I expected a forty minute drone jam like Monarch or White Admiral.
I haven't met Otto but he really should be on lead guitar and lobster harmonica. I dunno, maybe the rest of the band will take him more seriously once he gets that Harvard diploma. He joined the band after the album was recorded.
With that and maybe Piece of Sky, they have enough material for at least another EP.
Shadow Song opened a bit like Doll's Polyphony from Akira.
The backdrop at some points looked like someone put their fist through a volumetric imager depicting a jellyfish, which I assume would break the image up into its constituent red, blue, and green components.
There were a few blunders and at some point, it looked like someone or possibly some sort of mad artificial intelligence was just drawing a dick on the screen. Because that's what I'd do if I was a computer and I ever became self aware.
I asked her if her name was Emma because I met one Emma and there was the Emma I met at last year's Sketchbook Show reception and there's obviously Emma in Atlas Lab. Nope, her name is Nora. She has blue streaks in her hair and she says that people with colorful hair are taking over, and take over they should.
also, Nora Borealis is credited in the liner notes and plays violin during Something Good. I don't know what the fuck she was doing at the show but she wasn't playing violin.
Valentine's Day isn't for zombies, even if they're zombie love stories. Valentine's Day is for cuddling with dogs and watching movies like The Shining and The Thing and Snowpiercer because it's too fucking cold to do anything else. I told her about China and their version of Valentine's Day, which is typically in August and involves a legend of a cowherd and a weaver who cross a bridge made of magpies to be with each other.
I said "bullshit, you can't tesseract," to Emma but I doubt she heard me. I did want to at least say hi to her before I left.
She was busy gathering up the band's figurative shit so I barely got to talk to her but I've learned some important things like… dude, my hands are huge... they can touch anything but themselves… oh, wait… actually, I knew that already, but I learned that messages I send end up in some ether somewhere, that she in fact forgot about the sketchbook show, that she maybe tried to invite me to this but accidentally invited me to something else.
But even if she didn't specifically invite me she was definitely glad I came, phrasing. And that actually was my thought process last night, as I was exhausted from dancing. I'm blaming Sahin for this because he joined the band on saxophone for Trust Fall.
I would have talked to her before the show or during the intermission but I couldn't find her then. The merchandise deck was manned by three women, one of whom could be mistaken for Emma by somebody who didn't know her well and spent all of 2015 in faraway places or in comas, one of whom could be mistaken for Emma under less than adequate lighting even by someone who considers her a close friend, one of whom wouldn't be mistaken for Emma by someone who only knows her through friend circle osmosis.
Alex went to Trinidad, not Tobago. Nobody gives a shit about Tobago because there aren't any ocelots there. John's been to Cambodia, according to another account of their first concert.
I "left" twice after the show and returned once because Jessica helpfully pointed out that she didn't get a photograph of the band portraits (along with the Emma I recently met and the people manning the desk) and once because "yeah, I really should empty my bladder out before a long train journey home."
I told Emma about the portrait I did once that looks like something she'd draw but I didn't really get a chance to show her anything else. Then I told Emma that I hope to see her again and I hope it won't be another year. Maybe once Callabrion ascends to heaven, we can do a mural together.
Then I realized I forgot to ask Emma about the whereabouts of Sophie Atlas or whether she talks to the people she sketches and many other things.
After the show, she remarked that it was the closest she's been to having all her favorite people in one room. It's weird because the only people I recognized were Emma's brother, his girlfriend who's also named Emma (not going to swing at that one), and the band itself. I guess she has plenty of friends I haven't met, she just didn't have time to introduce any of them.
I asked a woman with silver hair if she was an artist and she told me "nope, but you are." Another woman had purple streaks in her hair and a brass crescent moon pendant. Another woman had citrusy orange hair, so subtle was the dye that it was hard to tell if it was dye or lighting, and wore a sky blue jacket as contrast. I drew her and her friend with poofy hair while they were discussing Cadbury creme eggs and their contents, and then they got off. Said contents, if you're wondering, is fondant.
One of Brenna's friends is Cape Verdean.
She likes it when bands are good live. I like it too but on the other hand, I'm not a fan of live recordings, especially when they sound like they were recorded with a tin can. I don't know, maybe I'm just stuck in a 90s mindset. She's not an artist but she says she appreciates art.
She was listening to Of Monsters And Men before we started chatting about art and I should probably check them out.
A woman was swinging from the handle things in the other train car.
I read somewhere that Heller wrote each chapter of Catch-22 and then shuffled them around to represent the chaos of war. And I described Slaughterhouse-Five as a really funny novel about something that really shouldn't be funny.
burning question: if you were an AIM chat bot and you became self-aware, what would you do?
I can't determine if one of the passengers was singing along with his portable music device or venting his frustrations at beings unseen.
Faye had purple hair and a golden pendant with a stone and dangly bits that her mom got for her. A name that most befits her appearance. About halfway through her journey, she fell asleep and listened to music and I tried to alter the portrait because her hair was falling over one eye.
It worked out ok. I don't regret it, anyway.
At South Station, Professor World Band was playing. At least, I want to say it's Professor World Band, but boston.com is being spooty.
I don't want to say he was Professor Paddy Whack. He's a lot less colorful.
Alyssa's shirt depicted lunar phases around an intricate design.
I had to show Kayla and Alyssa the raccoon and owl after my conversation with Chelsea.
This is the kind of insight you can only have when your age is in the single digits: trains don't talk.
And then they sang the itsy bitsy spider, complete with a few fart sounds.
I saw Chelsea (former intern at the wildlife center, not art history student), who was going in to see a friend in Harvard Square (I asked because you don't go outbound from Park Street to get to the Boston Common) and then to see a comedian at the Wilbur Theatre. We both thought the same thing: "you look so familiar and I can't place how I know you."
A woman had really intricate but mundanely colored hair and I wish I had more time to draw a good portrait of her.
I arrived early, had papaya salad which was both potent and spicy and waited at the Nave Gallery, listening to Karol Szymanowski and Rose Polenzani and admiring art.
An old payphone box was converted into a diorama.
Our wristbands fluoresced under ultraviolet light. I think we used the same stuff to make a star map when I was in a Saturday program in my elementary school days.
Só Sol was quite amazing too. They sound more stripped down in person, as it's just vocalist/tambourine, guitar, lap steel, and upright bass. Singer was their last song, Valsa do Corpo was their first song. Singer sounds a bit more industrial on the Bandcamp, it's all clinking and clanking, kupo. It's in English and reminds me of As The Sparrow. Valsa Do Corpo is in Portuguese. I like when people sing in languages that aren't English. It's a shame it doesn't happen very often. Take Eurovision, in which only three non-English songs have won since Emma was born, and the Hebrew and Norwegian songs used as little English as possible.
They weren't selling albums or anything, but Jessica of the Woods made jewelry by taking old piano keys and cutting into them with a sharp object and then filling in the cuts with ink.
I didn't even try to sketch anyone in Atlas Lab. There were just too many people dancing in front of me. I could barely see Emma and Otto and I couldn't see the rest of them. They played the standard seven songs (those would be the songs on the EP, the Portishead cover, and Shadow Song) plus Crystal Lake, which they did for WEMF, plus new, or at least new to me, ones called Maze and Bluer To You and their encore was a new song called Viceroy, which, when I saw the set list because nobody would ever know what the songs were called if they didn't look at the set list, I expected a forty minute drone jam like Monarch or White Admiral.
I haven't met Otto but he really should be on lead guitar and lobster harmonica. I dunno, maybe the rest of the band will take him more seriously once he gets that Harvard diploma. He joined the band after the album was recorded.
With that and maybe Piece of Sky, they have enough material for at least another EP.
Shadow Song opened a bit like Doll's Polyphony from Akira.
The backdrop at some points looked like someone put their fist through a volumetric imager depicting a jellyfish, which I assume would break the image up into its constituent red, blue, and green components.
There were a few blunders and at some point, it looked like someone or possibly some sort of mad artificial intelligence was just drawing a dick on the screen. Because that's what I'd do if I was a computer and I ever became self aware.
I asked her if her name was Emma because I met one Emma and there was the Emma I met at last year's Sketchbook Show reception and there's obviously Emma in Atlas Lab. Nope, her name is Nora. She has blue streaks in her hair and she says that people with colorful hair are taking over, and take over they should.
also, Nora Borealis is credited in the liner notes and plays violin during Something Good. I don't know what the fuck she was doing at the show but she wasn't playing violin.
Valentine's Day isn't for zombies, even if they're zombie love stories. Valentine's Day is for cuddling with dogs and watching movies like The Shining and The Thing and Snowpiercer because it's too fucking cold to do anything else. I told her about China and their version of Valentine's Day, which is typically in August and involves a legend of a cowherd and a weaver who cross a bridge made of magpies to be with each other.
I said "bullshit, you can't tesseract," to Emma but I doubt she heard me. I did want to at least say hi to her before I left.
She was busy gathering up the band's figurative shit so I barely got to talk to her but I've learned some important things like… dude, my hands are huge... they can touch anything but themselves… oh, wait… actually, I knew that already, but I learned that messages I send end up in some ether somewhere, that she in fact forgot about the sketchbook show, that she maybe tried to invite me to this but accidentally invited me to something else.
But even if she didn't specifically invite me she was definitely glad I came, phrasing. And that actually was my thought process last night, as I was exhausted from dancing. I'm blaming Sahin for this because he joined the band on saxophone for Trust Fall.
I would have talked to her before the show or during the intermission but I couldn't find her then. The merchandise deck was manned by three women, one of whom could be mistaken for Emma by somebody who didn't know her well and spent all of 2015 in faraway places or in comas, one of whom could be mistaken for Emma under less than adequate lighting even by someone who considers her a close friend, one of whom wouldn't be mistaken for Emma by someone who only knows her through friend circle osmosis.
Alex went to Trinidad, not Tobago. Nobody gives a shit about Tobago because there aren't any ocelots there. John's been to Cambodia, according to another account of their first concert.
I "left" twice after the show and returned once because Jessica helpfully pointed out that she didn't get a photograph of the band portraits (along with the Emma I recently met and the people manning the desk) and once because "yeah, I really should empty my bladder out before a long train journey home."
I told Emma about the portrait I did once that looks like something she'd draw but I didn't really get a chance to show her anything else. Then I told Emma that I hope to see her again and I hope it won't be another year. Maybe once Callabrion ascends to heaven, we can do a mural together.
Then I realized I forgot to ask Emma about the whereabouts of Sophie Atlas or whether she talks to the people she sketches and many other things.
After the show, she remarked that it was the closest she's been to having all her favorite people in one room. It's weird because the only people I recognized were Emma's brother, his girlfriend who's also named Emma (not going to swing at that one), and the band itself. I guess she has plenty of friends I haven't met, she just didn't have time to introduce any of them.
I asked a woman with silver hair if she was an artist and she told me "nope, but you are." Another woman had purple streaks in her hair and a brass crescent moon pendant. Another woman had citrusy orange hair, so subtle was the dye that it was hard to tell if it was dye or lighting, and wore a sky blue jacket as contrast. I drew her and her friend with poofy hair while they were discussing Cadbury creme eggs and their contents, and then they got off. Said contents, if you're wondering, is fondant.
One of Brenna's friends is Cape Verdean.
She likes it when bands are good live. I like it too but on the other hand, I'm not a fan of live recordings, especially when they sound like they were recorded with a tin can. I don't know, maybe I'm just stuck in a 90s mindset. She's not an artist but she says she appreciates art.
She was listening to Of Monsters And Men before we started chatting about art and I should probably check them out.
A woman was swinging from the handle things in the other train car.
I read somewhere that Heller wrote each chapter of Catch-22 and then shuffled them around to represent the chaos of war. And I described Slaughterhouse-Five as a really funny novel about something that really shouldn't be funny.
burning question: if you were an AIM chat bot and you became self-aware, what would you do?
