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Two people can comfortably split two seats in this way: one sleeps on the floor under the seats and one sleeps on the seats. This necessitates the body pillow and egg crate pad, so the bodies don’t smash together (catastrophoic?) should the driver swerve or stop. A point to explore: why do people who may have slept all night then sleep all day?
My seatmate is the trombone player in the band who is also a fan of the Apple product, but in a much more elite way. He actually used to train the Geniuses that Apple provides in their stores, and was very disappointed when I asked him to teach me HTML (officially abandoned in 2000…who knew? Stop paying your web guys for using HTML, they might as well say mass in latin). He’s very tall and has some problems in the seat because of this. Not what it sounds like. He has mercifully drawn the short straw and got the Swing Seat for the last 440 mile trip to Omaha. This means that he occupies the extra two seats near the back of the bus as a treat. So I got our native two seats to myself for the 8 hour trip. No complaints. I slept most of the way.
The bus is quite comfortable and is driven by Mr. Jones who asks that no one says the f-word of the G-D word on the bus. This rule is not always followed though there are many times when no one is saying those words, and I’m sure he enjoys those times most of all.
The crowds in Omaha are brilliant and the theater is the best we’ve played. It’s from 1927 or something like that. The newer theaters actually aren’t as good for these shows I think. The play feels high-school to me in a modern room with a long distance to the balconies and perfect acoustics. The sound doesn’t seem quite right for the double bill we deliver, comedy, drama, and social comment (1 comedy + .5 drama + .5 social comment = 2). I think the slightly older but really expensive houses begging for a city-wide inferno (what ever happened to those, oh DPRK Productions is working on a revival) work really well. Similar to broadway houses...not surprising because we are all seconds away from trading a discrete body part to get a job there.
If I wanted to play in a meat locker, I’d be bowing a saw in between hacks at the dripping carcass swaying before me. (this act does not garner many tips in Harvard Square, especially on a warm night) Anyone tried Mama I’m a Big Girl on the saw yet? I can’t fly with my saw (oh so now I’M the bad guy, with this saw? Is it illegal now to bring a saw on an airplane? Am I really paying for this privilege of humiliation?) so my hands are tied regarding that orchestration for the time being.
My seatmate is the trombone player in the band who is also a fan of the Apple product, but in a much more elite way. He actually used to train the Geniuses that Apple provides in their stores, and was very disappointed when I asked him to teach me HTML (officially abandoned in 2000…who knew? Stop paying your web guys for using HTML, they might as well say mass in latin). He’s very tall and has some problems in the seat because of this. Not what it sounds like. He has mercifully drawn the short straw and got the Swing Seat for the last 440 mile trip to Omaha. This means that he occupies the extra two seats near the back of the bus as a treat. So I got our native two seats to myself for the 8 hour trip. No complaints. I slept most of the way.
The bus is quite comfortable and is driven by Mr. Jones who asks that no one says the f-word of the G-D word on the bus. This rule is not always followed though there are many times when no one is saying those words, and I’m sure he enjoys those times most of all.
The crowds in Omaha are brilliant and the theater is the best we’ve played. It’s from 1927 or something like that. The newer theaters actually aren’t as good for these shows I think. The play feels high-school to me in a modern room with a long distance to the balconies and perfect acoustics. The sound doesn’t seem quite right for the double bill we deliver, comedy, drama, and social comment (1 comedy + .5 drama + .5 social comment = 2). I think the slightly older but really expensive houses begging for a city-wide inferno (what ever happened to those, oh DPRK Productions is working on a revival) work really well. Similar to broadway houses...not surprising because we are all seconds away from trading a discrete body part to get a job there.
If I wanted to play in a meat locker, I’d be bowing a saw in between hacks at the dripping carcass swaying before me. (this act does not garner many tips in Harvard Square, especially on a warm night) Anyone tried Mama I’m a Big Girl on the saw yet? I can’t fly with my saw (oh so now I’M the bad guy, with this saw? Is it illegal now to bring a saw on an airplane? Am I really paying for this privilege of humiliation?) so my hands are tied regarding that orchestration for the time being.
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