sell me streetwise, god bless and enjoy the bee-york concert
lend me $10 for white plastic opera glasses security is at its tightest!!
they are patting down people as I speak there is a garbage can for all your
cameras and recording devices!!! I don’t think he is capable of a relationship at all
she is married and has moved to canada finish your drink or sneak it under your seat
is matmos the name of the girl who plays the harp?
drills, the music of an instrument pressed into skin, lights, camera, projection
surgery room rooster crow, voice announces landscapes of growing hair
I want to dance with dee-lite and the huge shadows over us roadmaps alabama california
beautiful guitar
plucking a wire cage the bird gone take out a bow and saw it in half his nails down a chalkboard
sound samples the cage is in the keyboard it is a symphony
I think the man next to me is asleep
a red balloon is funny with blips and beeps is beautiful. onscreen they are blowing up hamsters?
licks palms and blue balloon becomes drum squeezed between knees while 3 more white are filled
helium they go to the ceiling above the curtain a woman’s voice they are the moon
the usher hollers, nobody’s moving yet check your seats!! get up get out of here
we are not an opera crowd we are a high school production of indie kids on a night out
huge mesh skirts sequined gold hats fishnets half slips hair frizz and me 5 inches taller in silver space boots
there will be no getting up once the show begins
darkness flakes of gold leaves fall as the music box plays darkness again overture then all is full of love and feathers footlights make face shadows and huge shadows on the wall the glaciers do a slow slide her legs are polar white I leave her be stamping like an angry swan make new love a little hip shaking ballet dance so slow I almost cry then I see half the back of her dress is missing fidgets with white feathers it’s not up to you the elbows dance blue glaciers red inuits and a white swan who would have known miraculous breath the lights go down again and again jóga ice skates around the spotlight circles compromise the inuits have been watching her dance they do the karate chop the sparkly swan is a funny prom dress she says thank you and skips off stage matmos follow in white jackets and cowboy hats
in the 2nd balcony 4th row on the right side an aisle seat
a long, graying mullet in tan rustlers in front row
bowling shoes and cell phones a girl says I’m at a bjork show
he’s worried about his new roommate who works at a dot-com and has been given 6 months to live
I’d kill for a tuna fish sandwich but not a person maybe I’d kill a tuna fish
back lit but I think a huge red dress you've been flirting again in icelandic this time isobel bursts into a flame, a ruby, an exotic bird and someone’s drawn sea creatures on the wall in orange red so sexy a fan flamenco hula dance in ostrich crinoline and red lights I’ve seen it all matmos in black dress jackets make a train embrace me the harp is huge gorgeous gets the thumbs up pagan poetry microscopic water animals army of me goes thru the roof the harp is jumping the lights flashing beats pounding pouring hyperballad into black and white sea shells like stars accordion a cymbal played upside-down on the table a white mohawk?
we cheer, stand, whistle, scream
a train that refuses to put on its brakes
drop my anchor a tiny organ zeena rocks her head adorable shine a bright green light on human behavior warmer and wilder every flick of wrist and dip of hip leaning over the pit
I would like to introduce the people who play with me here tonight zeena parkins a choir from greenland simon lee an orchestra from your town see-cago new song not out yet it’s in our hands thanks 4 tonite |
