Hotel Quite Acceptable, San Francisco.
A grey sky.
An e-flurry discharged.
23.54 The Pigmies Of Love were strong tonight. And I became an honorary Love Pigmy for a moment, embraced within the pre-performance preparatory sound-centering & Love Pigmy Fisting Ceremony. It is an honour to be included in another artist's Centering Ceremony.
The audience made the show for Crimson. The sound was cruel & improved to difficult, the sound bouncing off the back of the auditorium louder than anything onstage. I had to turn my onstage higher than usual. The Lunar Module is still missing a TC2290 & this affects all the levels & stereo balances. Technical accommodations continue to be made. None of this mattered.
Overall, we were dispersed, but gradually came together & held together sufficiently for the audience to contribute what we couldn't quite. So, a "successful" evening with clams & a lack of fine focus. The complete picture held more than the details.
No flashes that I saw, which made a huge difference to me.
"With craft the musician can copy something old.
With discipline the musician may copy something new."
