Naked Poetry in Bethnal Green
I went to see Zoe doing burlesque again this evening. The Teasemaids were brilliant once more, and some of the other acts were mighty fine too.
Opening the proceedings was a great girl who sang in English and Roumanian and played the ukelele… even though she’s a bangladeshi girl from Shepherds Bush. She was even funny with it. Then a very slick dance trio with worryingly great legs, a strange man doing modern interpretive dance in a skirt and ‘our girls’ dressed as air-hostesses (to start with) rounding off the first half.
Martyn and I left half way through the second set… the singer and the naked poet (with buffy-demon-like horns attached to his forehead) were both excellent, but when a bloke started pretending to shag an ironing board disguised as a cow we knew that was our cue to head to the tube station.
A great night… but less like real life, and more like a Gus Van Sant film.
How you sweet sweet. I have enjoyed catching up on you happenings at blogville. I misseth you. Wrote a new song the other day I am excited about. Sam asked me one morning last week if I had a dream in my dream. So I wrote a song “Dream in my dream”. Here are a few anecdotes to keep you up to date:
David was warming up some coffee, telling Sam to wait for him outside the door. Sam was starting to wonder where he went and screamed. He said, “I got stuck in a moment Dad.” Dorothy told me she was obssessed over her friend always taking the larger portion of the songs they decide to memorize and perform for the students. I can’t believe “obsessed” is in her vocab. And Peter answers questions we ask Sam. “Do you want to go_______ Sam?” “Outside” Peter says. I feel like I am in a Gus Van Sant film. Where did these children come from? I have to say I enjoy the naked poetry that is bathtime everynight here.
I’ve been meaning to call you for ages and ages… I want to hear the song. I’ve been chanelling Longing Unknown for the last few days. Get the students to set you up a MySpace account… you could put the songs up there really easily…
Give my love to the small people in your house. Tell Dori that I miss her very much. I wish I could come back soon.
me xxx