Unless you already got the tickets, we’ll have to hook up late, because a couple of these guys are sold out. I’m not sure I can top the back to back small metal objects to Mortal Engine extravaganza of yesterday, but hey, let’s give it a try. A future pluperfect look back at the night to come:
>>>Sometime between 2:00 and 4:00 am, I will have successfully made it back home, after . . .
>>>The penultimate night at the Festival Bar. We will have gossiped about controversies, shared our joys and sorrows from the past two weeks, chattered about who’s mean and who’s great and why, and we Twitterati will have celebrated our transition from #LiveArtsFringe to #PHLArts to keep the arts talk going. All the while, we will have been dancing to the Broadzilla DJs, who will have held it down all night on ye olde ones and twos. Odds are, we will have thrown back many drinks (as we will have tomorrow night when we will have partied ’til 5:00 am to close things out no kidding no kidding!). But I will not have arrived until about midnight, because . . .
>>>I will have just seen the last performance of FATEBOOK. Despite writing this blog, I will have avoided much of the press and word-of-mouth about this show, so I will have walked through the door with my eyes clear and open. I will have been out of breath, because I will have just ran the quarter-mile up North 5th Street from . . .
>>>Welcome to Yuba City. I will have not seen the show until tonight, although I have seen the set at different points, watched some rehearsal, and talked to the Pig Iron folks about their various and sundry projects. This will have been only the second show I’ve seen tonight, because . . .
>>>I will have had to kick things off at 7:00 pm with 13 Most Beautiful . . . Songs for Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests. I’ve been excited about this show ever since I talked to Dean Wareham about it what seems like forever ago, and I will have enjoyed it very much, I believe.
See you tonight somewhere, right? Right. And afterwards, for real, don’t forget to get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow we’re partying like we’re in Spain, but with better music.
–Nicholas Gilewicz
