Purgatory Camp Caravan Royalston Massachusetts
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Purgatory, Camp Caravan, Royalston, Massachusetts.
NightWorld adventures: out walking with the Minx, and along came a very dapper, leather clad young man I didn’t recognize at first - Eno! On his way to a solo performance in a nearby hall / venue: Would you like to come? I went to acquire a cup of tea for Brian. This lead to its own circuitous adventures of the Night World kind, all of which conspired to thwart the effort. I didn’t get to to see the Captain perform, but it was very good to see him looking so well.
Rising at 05.52 to another grey, damp day.
10.09 Morning Sitting at 07.00.
Breakfast in the dining room at 08.00.
Very good spontaneous comments, centering on goodwill.
For today’s performance, it was suggested that Mr. Bill perform a laying-on of hands to all audients entering the space.
11.17 A series of personal meetings, and substantial. One visitor, on arrival, found a large tick walking in an unhurried fashion across their waiting seat.
12.41 T’ai Chi with Luciano at 11.30.
Lunch at 12.00. A group exercise began at noon as the Prep Team set off.
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24.14 Leaving punctually with Tom at 13.00 I…
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Arriving at the First Church of Cambridge c. 14.20. The Green Room…
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Room of the Director…
The Team arrived for 16.00 I…
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Sound checking 17.00. Moving into and through the space, led by Vicious Queen Elisa I…
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Quiet time 19.00.
Victor came and got me shortly after 19.00: the ticketing agency has mistakenly announced that the Performance begins at 19.00 and a quick call is needed. The OCG VII has an opening act – The High Fliers! Victor took the Team straight into action to perform for those poor people, otherwise left outside in the rain, who arrived early for “the 19.00 show”.
Picks distributed at 19.45, early prototypes, and symbolic rather than picks to be applied to strings.
The Tower Of Babel (aka Los Internationales) on at 20.00, the remainder of The OCG VII in the Green Room, requesting in several languages that audients put aside their forms of technology and enter our performance space with goodwill.
The Procession entered, winding into a close spiral formation.
Explore the space!
Red, Voices of Ancient Children, Berceuse, Askesis.
Well… do you just make it up as you go along or do you play real music?
A Cell-Weave.
To the Whizz Circle: Please Whizz - until the world becomes a better place!
Eye Of The Needle.
Leaving, returning to an encore of Schizoid Man.
A further encore of Asturias and silent whizzing.
Processing off to the Green Room and an un-fisting.
Sandra held the Wild Card, playing the Fool.
Several comments from the audience were relayed. One: You can see why he gave up electric.
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Both car and van got stuck in the car park because of an accident. Tom and myself arrived back c. 24.05 with the Dev van.
24.45 Point 42 formally completed the Group exercise with a quorum of Tony, Curt and Robert.
