Saturday, October 27, 2007
Trolley Dances, or BoogieBus
man alive, my little notebook is filling up with goofball nonsense of the sort anyone who’s read this site would justifiably expect of me, but I really don’t have time right now for the transcription thing so the Pops essay and the old music essay and the English student on the bus will all have to wait a little longer. Meantime, I can still share these photos from the Trolley Dances event from last weekend:
The first dance was an aerial deal on the roof of, and against the side of, a cafe just off the castro. I’m sorry I didn’t get a shot of the pantomime show that preceded it; I was holding a squirmmonkey, but it was pretty cute. However, this vertical dance kicked its ass both literally and figuratively.
Here’s Sha and Helena enjoying the old-style trolley ride to the next dance venue…
That “next venue” I mentioned was a modernist fountain in the civic center’s UN Plaza. Here’s a few shots of a few of the dozen or so dancers who rocked that house, as it were:
(okay I fiddled with this one a little but it came out cool, right? plus I loaded it twice as a thumbnail but I’m not sure that’s working, so sorry about the huge weirdness, and don’t expect to hear that from me again anytime soon)
From the UN fountains, we were led by a troupe of tap dancers about one block down the street to an underground Muni station, where they took full advantage of the marble floors to demonstrate their archaic but riveting arts, and I’m sorry that the crowds prevented me from photographing their sequined shoes for your entertainment:
Their dances completed, we were ushered onto the N-Judah and rode out to Duboce Park, where we enjoyed one final performance - a Greek-inspired fable-in-dance, the moral (and plot) of which I cannot fathom, but which was feelingly performed to the accompaniment of the largest digeridoo I have ever seen, and buddy, I’ve seen some big’uns:
and of course, just because I can’t not be an architecture geek, here’s a shot I really like that I snapped during the Tap-Dance Strut down to Muni, of the old Strand Theater backed up by the new Federal Courthouse building. The facades seem to me really to play well off each other.
On an unrelated subject, Z’s robot costume is coming together really well and tonight we carved us one fine-ass jack-o-lantern, which always puts me in mind of this olde essay about jacking the o’lantern and suchlike. Hope you’re not sick of it. If so, push fluids. Hell, push something, for god’s sake. Don’t just sit there. I’ll check in on you later in the week to see if you’re feeling better. Now get some rest, you knucklehead!
