(paparazzi’d last night at Club Passim, Boudoir Noir in a vulnerable? glamourous? moment of meta-photography* by David Aquilina/@dwaq— sidenote, i love saying “dwaq” aloud!)
a surrealovely past few days. electric kinships and teacup-shaped escapes. sharing a piano bench and microphone with my moonage moustache, Meff, stripping in true Bowie style, garter tech moments aside. our “tiny instruments” premiere thurs. with the Slomski Brothers was swell! what a lovely weekend to see them so oft! *i said meta-photography up there, because Justin Moore was at the time of the photo tantalizing me with teasers he took of Meff & me 2 nights prior. so i was gazing, like Narcissus into the reflection of my stage-tart’d self, unknowing of my soul being captured once more. a pretty accurate expression to sum up the shows and wonderful conversations/interactions/hugs/loves/moments and tiny instrument jams i’ve gotten to wake up inside and blink rapidly to say, “gosh, is this my life? y’all are my friends?”
all in all of this weekend i must say, there’s no family like a carnie family and there’s no “amis intimes” of unholy vagabondage like those amongst vaudevillians. WS always signs off “love and tentacles” so i will sign off now with… love and beatnik tea? wine? sorry— stains on your tie. xo
p.s. i made myself promise to finish my #poemaday postings for today before i posted this, and THEN i absolutely had to get to the rest of my art to do’s…(bribing myself with blogging? yes.)
