Monthly Archives: August 2009

down time.

i decided not to busk at waterfire last saturday, as my farmsitting duties would not have fit into my schedule if i did, and for once the horses took priority over performing. instead, wyatt and i went to enjoy waterfire and check out swing night at the sovereign plaza ballroom. i can’t believe i’ve been missing out on the ballroom all these years! the band was great. will definitely have to busk near the ballroom with my bellydancing statue next year. we also watched andrew [], and he made me an origami giraffe to add to our little collection. he gave me a white crane at a recent waterfire, and made an f15 for wyatt a couple years ago. one of these days i’ll have to attempt his dollar bill dollar sign so i can tip him in style.

since i didn’t busk, though, i am now in a financial slump. my next ten31 job is on september fifth, as well as the next waterfire. my barn work is also minimal right now. if the weather allows for it, i may try going back to the plymouth waterfront to busk this weekend. i think it’s time for me to take back my territory after having it snatched from me by a couple of enthusiastic but inconsiderate teenagers. i’m getting really tired of kids invading my busking turf.

in other news: i have new business cards, and will be working with friends to make my website all prettyful. it’s going to be amazing. hopefully it’ll help get me some freelance work in the future. going to the marshfield fair tomorrow and plan to ask which nigga in charge i need to talk to about possibly performing there next summer. also need to ask around to find someone with enough sewing skills to make a duplicate of the corset-esque top i wore throughout last year, as it has been beaten to death and is unwearable.


horses trump waterfire.

1. i have been on a serious video editing mission lately. today, i completed the second video from waterfire on the 8th, and will probably get two or three more out of all the footage i have. it’s a tedious process, but it’s worth the effort.

2. i think i might not be performing at waterfire this weekend. i’m farmsitting thursday through sunday while my bosses are at the coaching weekend in newport. normally this would not interfere with my busking time at all, but with the arrival of a new horse this week, and one of the polo ponies having a leg injury, i think there’s just too much for me to reasonably cram into a weird schedule. i might be able to do waterfire if i left earlier than i normally do. i don’t know, i’ll have to see how things go over the next couple of days and make a solid decision friday night.

3. expect a photo-post soon! i have a bunch of photos from recent waterfires with which to flood this blog and my website. i must say, though, that flickr and deviantart have been quite disappointing so far this year. and photobucket’s search feature is just a pain in the ass.

bringing people together.

every waterfire is better than the one before it. the crowd was phenomonally awesome. only one mildly bratty kid, no stupid drunks, very few perverted comments. wyatt filmed my first set, which was a solid hour and fifteen minutes, using a tripod. the video quality is better than usual and only a couple of people got in the way of the camera. when people see a tripod, they keep their distance. highlights of the evening:

+ this really really adorable little boy hung out with me for a long time. he would wave and jump around and say “HI!” frequently. twice, i gave him hugs. the first time, i lifted him up and set him down on the ledge next to me, and kneeled down to his level. the second time, i picked him up and held him on my hip. he was actually keeping really still like he was posing with me. so damn cute. i probably made his mother nervous. usually parents are okay with me handling their children. i’ve had a baby thrust into my arms more than once. but sometimes, they get a little freaked out, probably thinking i’m going to drop the kid or something.

+ a few times, when someone came up to pose for a photo with me, i unintentionally managed to “trap” them. some managed to awkwardly escape the grasp of the statue. others had to give me a tip so i’d move and they’d be set free. one little boy saw me kneel down to pose for a photo with him, then decided that i was scary and backed away. so i sat there with my head in my hands, looking all sad and rejected because he didn’t want his picture taken with me. i heard a few pitying “aww”s from the crowd. i love being silly and having fun with my audience. performance art doesn’t always have to be serious business, after all.

+ even though i was sore and thoroughly beat up from a long work week, i managed to do two full sets, first an hour and fifteen minutes, then an hour and a half, before deciding the intelligent thing to do would be to quit before i inadvertently crippled myself. the atmosphere just so pleasant, everyone was being so awesome, i wasn’t even paying attention to my poor back.

post-performance, i often hang out at my pitch for a while and chat with my friends, and inevitably end up talking to people who a] saw me perform and wanted to say something / ask a question, or b] did not see me perform and want to know why the fuck i look the way i do. this waterfire was no exception. lots of compliments, two people asked if i was supposed to be a statue of someone specific, had a lovely chat with one of the police officers assigned to waterfire [they’re always way cool]… even though i was no longer performing, there were still some very noteworthy moments.

+ as i was chatting with wyatt and our friends jon and matt, this man who had been watching me perform earlier was hanging out just a few feet away. at one point – in the middle of a conversation about sex, no less – he came over and said i was very eloquent and real and he appreciated the fact that i didn’t sugarcoat anything. somewhat surprised to be getting such a compliment in a situation in which i’m more likely to get dirty looks from offended mothers, i thanked him, and we had a very brief conversation. as he left, he said i’m “a diamond, and not in the rough!” a little strange, but the sentiment is fabulous.

– another man approached me later, and asked if i was “one of the costumed people, or is it just an emo thing.” an emo thing? alright, yes, it’s an emo thing. all the kids are walking around in prom dresses and button-up shirts with thick white makeup completely covering their faces and necks. that’s the hip look right now. how’d you know? you’re obviously way cool, dude.

+ while we were chatting with the aforementioned policeman, this couple approached me. they wanted to tell me that they met at the previous waterfire. they were both watching me perform, ended up talking, and were now dating. hearing their story totally made my night. the guy was one of my annoying hoverers on the 25th, but, that’s okay. the important thing is, my art brings people together! how rad is that?