Oddville Vaudeville Rescheduledville
Feb. 13th, 2006 01:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonProbably most of you reading this don't need the update, but Oddville Vaudeville, which was to have taken place last night, will take place at 8pm on Saturday Feb. 18, still at 119 Gallery in Lowell. This is somewhat inconvenient since I already had plans, but the show must go on, and it's better than not being able to reschedule at all.
In addition to all the other reasons I was ambivalent about performing last night, I'm pretty sure that I cracked or at least seriously bruised the "index" toe on my left foot while doing floorwork on Thursday. Certainly I took a bunch of skin off the top of it and it is somewhat purple around the middle joint. I've broken that toe before, which is why I suspect I have broken it. All the doctor would tell me to do would be to tape it to the next toe over and to ice it, based on what they told me last time, so I'm not bothering with the doctor. Dancing on it is more or less ok, since I rarely put pressure on it from the top (except, of course, during floorwork), and yesterday's yoga was mostly fine, but some extra recovery time is a good thing.
I watched The Nomi Song last night. I thought I wasn't that familiar with Klaus Nomi's songs (I had rented the movie because of Pat Keck's love of him) but as each song came on, I recognized it. Thanks, FNX and Sunday nights on BCN in the 80s, for a well-rounded new wave education! Ultimately by the end of the movie I felt that Klaus Nomi was still an enigmatic figure; whether by constraint or by design, the film I don't think ever used Nomi's words to talk about his own life, or if it did, not often. It was all about what other people made of him or saw him as, and the context in which he came to prominence. But I expect that was rather in keeping with what he would have wanted anyway, as a carefully constructed image. The most heartbreaking part of the film was that his friends wouldn't visit him in the hospital as he died, since they were at that time so uninformed about and terrified of "the gay cancer." You can see in their faces and hear in their voices how sorry and ashamed they are now, though I think given the circumstances it's hard to blame them for how they acted at the time.
Another wonderful part of the film for me was the early section on the vaudeville new wave cabarets that people would put on for each other in New York. At first, I marveled at how amazing these shows looked--and then I realized that I am part of something similar, ok we aren't the New York underground in the late 70s/early 80s, but my co-conspirators and I in the Ominous Collective and Oddville Vaudeville are helping to keep that tradition alive. We are creative people in our various outlets and we have enough faith in what we do to want to share it with the kindred spirits in the city. I'm proud of what we do :)
I hear a hawk outside, cool. Hopefully it will be flying about when I go to get lunch.
In addition to all the other reasons I was ambivalent about performing last night, I'm pretty sure that I cracked or at least seriously bruised the "index" toe on my left foot while doing floorwork on Thursday. Certainly I took a bunch of skin off the top of it and it is somewhat purple around the middle joint. I've broken that toe before, which is why I suspect I have broken it. All the doctor would tell me to do would be to tape it to the next toe over and to ice it, based on what they told me last time, so I'm not bothering with the doctor. Dancing on it is more or less ok, since I rarely put pressure on it from the top (except, of course, during floorwork), and yesterday's yoga was mostly fine, but some extra recovery time is a good thing.
I watched The Nomi Song last night. I thought I wasn't that familiar with Klaus Nomi's songs (I had rented the movie because of Pat Keck's love of him) but as each song came on, I recognized it. Thanks, FNX and Sunday nights on BCN in the 80s, for a well-rounded new wave education! Ultimately by the end of the movie I felt that Klaus Nomi was still an enigmatic figure; whether by constraint or by design, the film I don't think ever used Nomi's words to talk about his own life, or if it did, not often. It was all about what other people made of him or saw him as, and the context in which he came to prominence. But I expect that was rather in keeping with what he would have wanted anyway, as a carefully constructed image. The most heartbreaking part of the film was that his friends wouldn't visit him in the hospital as he died, since they were at that time so uninformed about and terrified of "the gay cancer." You can see in their faces and hear in their voices how sorry and ashamed they are now, though I think given the circumstances it's hard to blame them for how they acted at the time.
Another wonderful part of the film for me was the early section on the vaudeville new wave cabarets that people would put on for each other in New York. At first, I marveled at how amazing these shows looked--and then I realized that I am part of something similar, ok we aren't the New York underground in the late 70s/early 80s, but my co-conspirators and I in the Ominous Collective and Oddville Vaudeville are helping to keep that tradition alive. We are creative people in our various outlets and we have enough faith in what we do to want to share it with the kindred spirits in the city. I'm proud of what we do :)
I hear a hawk outside, cool. Hopefully it will be flying about when I go to get lunch.
