weekday busking and ten31 productions ten year anniversary.

on a whim, i decided to try busking in plymouth last thursday. there was a free concert at the waterfront at 7:00, and i figured i’d see what the crowds were like, since there are quite a few free concerts throughout the summer and it could be a good busking opportunity. i set up at about 4:30 and put two solid hours in. when i got down for a break, i realized my makeup was suffering [the only problem with my new makeup system is the fact that i have to get it exactly right when i first apply it or it’ll look like shit], and it was getting chilly, so i packed up and went home earlier than i planned to. but i’m glad i got off my ass and went busking without an assistant. it’s been a long time since i’ve had to go out alone.

– almost immediately, i was approached by another teenage douchebag. it’s always the same crap. they get all up in my face, waving their arms, repeating the same phrases over and over like an attention-starved four year old. “hi! hello! so what’s up? whatcha doin’? hey! do you talk? i see you breathing!” this one particularly pissed me off because his younger sister was already nervous about me, and she burst into tears when i moved to send him a “you need to fuck off” message. once again, i had to step down from my base to make him go away. i felt bad that she was so scared, but i had to do something, and their mother certainly wasn’t going to help me out. passive parents piss me off.

– remember teenage douchebag #1 from the fourth? yea. had another encounter with him. he kept his distance, but he was an even bigger douchebag than last time. incessantly whining to his friends about what a bitch i am. “she’s so mean! she yelled at me and i didn’t even do anything!” he wouldn’t shut up about it, even when one of the more intelligent boys in the group said “dude, she’s right there, she can hear you.” seriously, how starved for attention are you? first you do everything in your power to be the biggest asshole possible, then you cry and call yourself a victim when you discover that being an asshole comes with consequences? somebody needs to knock some sense into this kid.

– i’ve come to realize that i am doomed to be called/compared to lady gaga every time i busk. i can’t even begin to tell you how much that angers and depresses me.

+ other than all that, it was a nice relaxed evening. lots of kids coming up to pose for photos. a few boys who were totally twitterpated over me. listening to some teenagers up on top of the hill talking about me [in a positive way] for quite a while. people stopping their cars just to look at me and argue with their passengers about whether or not i’m a real person. i love causing traffic jams.

saturday was waterfire, and i went, but not to do my usual living statuary. for the first time in four years of being with the company, i participated in ten31’s waterfire performance. we were celebrating ten31’s tenth year in business at the place where it all began. the installation was much bigger than usual, with extra statues, extra gargoyles, the butterfly puppets, a birch tree, and two topiaries. samara and i were topiary twins and it was absolutely fabulous.

i’m so grateful to be a part of this company. joe and eric are amazing people who make amazing art, and they’re so supportive of their employees making their own amazing art. i’ve heard about some similar entertainment companies making all their employees sign contracts with non-compete clauses. their employees can’t perform as living statues, on the street or privately hired, within a certain distance of the company’s territory. what the fuck? yea, it’s a business, but it’s also art and it’s supposed to be fun and expressive. mutual respect and love and working together to create magic. that’s what ten31 is all about. that’s the way this kind of business should be run.





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2 responses to “weekday busking and ten31 productions ten year anniversary.

  • electronicangel

    Amen to the Ten31 love.
    Someone called me Lady Gaga on Saturday. I was like, are you serious?! I’m a fucking plant! I really don’t get the Gaga thing.

    • asilentsoapbox

      i’m pretty apathetic about gaga’s music. [though i admit to being okay with her acoustic stuff. girl’s actually got some real musical talent and is wasting it on computerized pop shit.] but the whole “i’m weird and i’m not gonna hide it!” thing is getting to be annoying. not necessarily because she’s doing that, but because of how people are reacting to it. how sheltered are we as a society that some chick dumping fake blood all over her body and wearing soda cans in her hair is such a big fucking deal.
      when people see me performing and they call me lady gaga, all i want to do is abandon my performance to yell at them. or maybe just shake them really really violently.

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