June 20, 2004 - 2:03 p.m.
like a squirrel.. or a chick
kid chicken... a baby chicken...
so the story goes...
life is anything but a wreck..
feathers fly...we look into some not so distant fantasy future...
which could be the present
if we let it
*** spent
giggle-filled moments sucking the explosion of feathers from the floor, the furniture and... my socks.
wrestling with the vacccuuuum
after hours of make-up and photos...
the show is going to be so amazing.
"FLY" it is called.
and it meets somewhere at a crossroad between
sideshow-berlin-absurd-coming of age-narrative about dead babies and tender adolescent love story...
the first.. .er second...
curtain will rise in August at the SummerWorks festival...
it will be dark and beautiful.
***
newsflash...
nights spent drinking cripplingly expensive martinis at Tangerine,... watching live nude girls at "For your Eyes Only" and sitting on a patio with Bracket... until it started to rain...
but, despite the rain... I am now sitting at the computer overlooking the most lush garden this side of Toronto...
i am twitching with summer energy...
going to go for a drive...
happy father's day, daddy.
Surprise visit.
***
and tonight... like all great surprises ... i am going to the MMVA after-party.
and it all began with the turning wheels of my bicycle and the feathers that could not help but fly
