Little chits...

Things are busy.

Lately I've been running around getting things scheduled for the WOMEN TAKE BACK THE NOISE live series we're hosting here in December. It's been a ton of extra correspondence and endless lessons on just how much I still need to learn about being more organized.

I broke down and bought myself a new watch. It's helping me with some of the overwhelmingly depressing feelings about my own mortality that I've been experiencing with how fast time seems to be zipping by. Thankfully my employer and co-workers are tolerating my temporary new part-time hours while I wade through it all. If I had to work full-time at this point I think my brain would slide right down into the pit of my stomach.

Word is continuing to get around about the compilation, and they're making their way out into the world as their numbers dwindle down from 1,000. The towering pile of boxes in my bedroom is now almost the same height as me (around 5'2"), and it's becoming a lot less intimidating and claustrophobic to be in there. In a daydream this week I thought to myself I wonder what all of the "noise cookies" would sound like if you played them all at the same time.

In other news, BCO just performed at the NorCal Noisefest. Without going into too much detail, let's just say it was not very good. However, after batting my poor little ego around like a broken doll and feeling sorry for myself about how much work went into it--(three full months of rehearsal and several weeks of writing the scores)--I realized that we all had a great time regardless of how we sounded live, and that's what counts anyway. dAS made a really wonderful recording of some of our rehearsals and maybe, just maybe, if he says it's ok, I'll post some audios soon in case anyone wants to hear what it was meant to sound like. As far as I know, BCO is the first to ever attempt doing noise adaptations of Cabaret Voltaire songs. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time...

Meanwhile, Dia de Los Muertos, Samhain and my 6-year wedding anniversary are zooming ever closer as I try to remember to breathe and watch the sun set at night. At the end of October I will set up my altar and bring out all of the various tokens and symbols that mark certain memories of those dear to me who no longer walk the earth.

Time to check in and feel the dust whirl...