bumbershoot!

someone planted a very good, very dangerous idea in my head.

this little monkey's applying to bumbershoot.

not that i have a way to get to seattle. not that i have a real hope of being accepted. not that i have the vacation time or the money for plane fare.

all i've got is got seven says to file my app. and three bags full of determination.

the big problem: as part of the application, i need to "use 3 words to best describe my performance/piece." i'm at a complete loss. suggestions, mein lieblings?

and with that, i must dash. i've got half an hour left in this hellacious, hellacious day of evil work hell, and then it's off to the producer's to digest the million pages of notes he distilled at last night's show.

tra la!

p.s. i still hate my newsletter more than i've ever hated anything else in the history of the world