from Sunday, September20th of the year2009.
Guh, I am the worst blogger! Something happened two weeks ago and I just sort of lost track of my normal strategies for organizing ideas about this space. However, I have made many notes and had many adventures.
First, I went to Ireland. I was invited to Dublin to play a show as part of their wonderful Fringe Festival, which is a multi-disciplinary festival that spans theater (both seated and street “” is there an official word for these polarities?), stand-up, music, etc. I love festivals but I never get to see everything I want to see.
I had arranged to come to Ireland a few days early to stay with a friend in the outskirts of Dublin. He lives in the back rooms of an old, charmingly dilapidated manor house, with a really specific combination of luxury hardware (the AGA stove, obviously, the taxidermy) and plaster crumbling, manic wallpaper ideas from the 80’s, and stray dogs. As I slept, clutching to my hot water bottle and its attendant knit cozy, a wayward beagle trotted into my room and started snorgling through my open bag. It was a beautiful moment.
It also marks the third time this year I’ve arrived somewhere in the evening, and awoken to an unexpected view featuring horses. I think seeing a horse first thing in the morning can be nothing but a good omen.
Another observation: Taxi Drivers? in Ireland? Really, really want to talk to you. I had one who actually had lived for 10 years in a loft space on 27th street in New York City and for only remotely insinuated reasons, “left it all overnight.” At first I thought he was talking about 9/11Never4Get but then he hinted at financial ruin, heartbreak, unexpected pregnancy.
Ã”, Dublin! So good! Such a city in transformation. I spent a few days following the ol’ Glutton’s Divining Rod, doing frantic google searches like “best terrine” and “pig’s feet.” I ended up eating alone in a few fabulous restaurants, which is one of my favorite activities of all time. It being Ireland, everybody was supremely accommodating and had a million questions about who I was, did I have any Irish heritage (I do but I have no idea from where), what was that object I was venerating (it’s my kindle! I wisely loaded Books By Irish People on it so I could show that it was friend and not Colonial Foe). Then, after a few days spent calmly alone or in small groups, everybody turned up! Niamh, Felix, Nadia, Helgi Hrafn, Liz! We dominated our Polish-run business efficiency hotel, bought their nips of Bailey’s, overabused our croissant privileges, used the fitness center, teetered home far too late, and generally had a full-on time of it.
The show itself was in one of those Speigeltents, which is essentially a traveling octagonal structure with stained glass and a general air of gypsy caravan meets a catholic church. The show I played was a stripped-down version of how I’m going to be touring in November with Bedroom CommunitÃ½; just me, Nadia, and Helgi on stage, playing solo music and then a little depressing interlude from The Reader. Ireland people were super super nice; I am never sure how stage banter will go down abroad. It’s funny: sometimes people come up into my shows with major Classical Music Face on, which is good, but it takes a second to break it down so I can connect during interstices. With some of these electronic pieces, the computer needs a minute to change-over from Thing to Thing; the banter is just a way to cover the seams.
I am in London right now for This Concert.
I wish I had more things to say; this period of time has been marred by real estate anxiety and a huge amount of writing and a lot of circular, directionless thought.