Just finished the Rogue Performance Festival, which means I’m slowly coming back to myself after going a bit mad. I have one more major event to finish through next weekend, then I refocus to some work with StageWorks Fresno and (one hopes) a few of my own creative projects over the summer.
Jaguar is working at the desk next to me and seems relieved to not have to push out a spam blast after work. But he’s already thinking about his next show.
And I have random thoughts running through my brain, like visiting Rogue performers eating at our food trucks, touring downtown, and doing side-gigs at the opening of a suburban Indian restaurant in Clovis. And I’m sending good vibes to another SF based performer who is desperately looking for a studio for under $1500 in The City as Jag and I go home to our 1000 sq foot apartment for which we pay half that amount.
And so right now, in the weeks before it gets too bloody hot here and the air becomes completely unhealthy, I’ve got La Vie Boheme from RENT running through my brain, and so many of the lyrics seem to apply to Fresno more than ever (yeah, we’re always a bit behind, but someone has to watch everyone else’s back!).
Here’s to the places and spaces where we create our art, and the people we create it with. We always trade off one thing for another, no matter where we are.
And, as Shane “Scurvy” Spears said in his Rogue Show: “I love to hate this town.”
To Fresno & the Tower District & Downtown – the bohemia in the heart of California:
LA VIE BOHEME (Jonathan Larson)
Here she lies, no one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we
Celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass – you bet your ass to –
La vie Boheme
To days of inspiration
Playing hookey, making
Something out of nothing
The need to express-
To going against the grain,
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
Hating dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike,
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits – to no absolutes-
To Absolut – to choice-
To the Village Voice-
To any passing fad
To being an us for once … instead of a them!!
La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
To hand-crafted beers
Made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it’s new
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage,
To the stage
To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Boheme
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel – The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame – never playing the Fame Game
To sodomy, it’s between God and me
To S & M
La vie Boheme!