tonight we were talking about life and what I didn't know about it which was everything I think.nothing I thought.nothing I knew.worked anymore.and to be honest.knowing never really worked in the first place.knowing is not the same as the way.I had to find ways to stop thinking and start doing.I've crashed and burned and resurrected myself so many 's an embarrassment of pissed away riches.but then I know now what it was I needed then.and it's so simple.I needed to find a way to be still in motion.like a hummingbird.did you ever see one of those little buggers.I was at a show this one time in was at a ski area up in the mountains outside of Salt Lake City.but it was like Labor Day weekend so there wasn't any snow.just green grass and tall pine trees running up to a high rocky ridgeline and a stage set up at the base of the hill by the lodge.I was riding with some kind folks from Montana that I met at the show in Idaho a couple nights before.we hit the parking lot a couple of hours before showtime and I thought I'd use the time to take a hike up the hill.maybe up to that high ridgeline just to see the sights. ![]() (The setting for the play is the sidewalk in front of the Warfield an hour before the doors open the evening of a show the set-up for the monologue is a sudden shift from a realistic depiction of the scene in front of the Warfield to a fantasy scene where everyone one stage gathers in a semi-circle at center stage some sit, some stand at center, a fire is produced all cast members enter and join the gathering a large mirrored ball is lowered it slowly spins illuminated by a pinpoint spotlight sage is burned in the wings soap bubbles are released from the wings cast members improvise on the ritual of the storyteller and the fire some sit transfixed by the tale, some dance in circles around the gathering, some beat hand drums, some chant, some testify, some speak in tongues near the end of the storyteller's monolgue, all on stage respond as the crowd that is being described in the tale when the storyteller speaks the line, “but as soon as we realize this we return,” all exit by slipping into the wings.) It's part of a play that I've written for my Master's thesis that's titled Waiting for the Show, so when I found this thread today, the words "The Tribe Around the Fire" hit me like a ton of synchronicity. ![]() I posted an earlier draft of this monologue in the thread for the show where the events that are described took place Park West Ski Resort on September 4, 1983.
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