Well we were off on a Saturday night to Williamsburg to meet up with David Conrad and some friends of his from Pittsburgh with whom we’d last gone out about a decade ago, when the sky opened up with torrents of rain and torrents of sunset. It turned into a strange night of light effects and dark affects… strange New Guinea spirits hung over us.
Here’s an omEGG sample (very compressed) where the painter James Rosenquist fills in for Pat’s father/M. Tristan.
The spirits threw down a rainbow and I show it here in it’s unaltered color… the yellow/orange is the sunset coming through rain clouds… I swear to god the rainbow ended right at the word OPERA… I felt like Kinsky’s Fitzcaraldo.
Conrad was celebrating the end of his Shakespeare Henry play in Pittsburgh and the beginning of his new CBS show (he had to attend the upfront party where they made him stand infront of a cardboard cut out of himself… very meta). Seems he broke his hand on closing night. The romantic in me had hoped it was during a fight scene, like the time Orson cut a man on stage (he said the real knife looked better under the lights… but then got carried away). Turns out it was just a trip and fall and he went into the scene and then realised that his fingers were flopping down like the dying petals of a flacid flower.
With my shiner and his busted hand, it looked like we’d been in a bar brawl… you should have seen the other guys… but really it was a quiet night with just a few nice glasses of interesting wine. The place is called Zebulon…live music, poetry, sadwiches and chacuterie, good wine, etc…
We were also there to mourn the loss of a poet named Lars Weissberg, who drank himself to death in L.A. I’m unfamiliar with his work, but apparently he liked Jack Daniels… he should have stuck to Campari like Steve Zisou.
I snapped the drive home in a blurry symphony of streaks and dashes… have a look:
When we got home the moon filled the sky all puple and we found a parking spot like that. I made some sketches of the night and I’ll scan them in after breakfast, before we go see Plowman.
