There is a woman I know nothing about except that she lives in a house on East Mifflin Street,
and that might not even be true.
But it is there where I shook her hand and saw something of myself,
had I made different choices, had I been less full of wanderlust and more full of resolve.
She asked how I found out about the show.
She was genuinely surprised to hear that I read about it in the Isthmus.
I never was too good at playing it cool,
and I went around the house telling everyone how thrilled I was to discover that we are not alone,
that Tad just might be right about the 2020's being the age of Improv.
Here was a house full of people experimenting with sound
Here were musicians touring the country,
with their noises and ideas.
How many other discreet venues exist? Is there one in my neighborhood?
*Joel Shanahan @ Shockrasonica 6/14/13
This is how it feels to find a key to a house that resides in a dream.
This is how it feels to realize that there is a rumbling underfoot,
A movement in the making.
This is how it feels to finally stumble upon something
I've been looking for
that I had no idea was real.