Ephemera

cricket chirping sound?
cloudless starless night-time sky
change in my pocket!

I sat with George Langbroek, June-Etta Chenard, and 2 guys named Mike at the Open Mic at Strega. We discussed how it felt like a party in Quebec, with young ladies playing HeadBanz, variously aged musicians on stage, a chatting couple in the back with a baby (guess who!), and a single fellow having dinner and a cookie, the staff behind scenes, and ourselves. The cross generational party is rare around here it seems. Folks like to sort themselves out according to age, class, gender, and hobbies. There was a familial mix at the Strega, and it was comfortable for us. Like at the cottage, no one really felt it was necessary to impose ourselves on each others' fun, but everyone acknowledged each other throughout the evening with smiles. Not flirty - just pleasantly.

Tomorrow, Suitcase In Point will install their work for the Art Under Glass at the Strega. I'm excited. I'm hoping for old posters, handbills, programs, photos, whatever ephemera they've generated as a theatre company over the years. I used to skip NAC events to go see SIP Cabarets at the Merchant Ale House (when I was el Presidente no less).