Dropped down into Vampire Country, L5P for a cup of black metal coffee at the world infamous Cafe Perilous. While I was there I ran into Katana Fatale who wore the universal mask of exhaustion and enthusiasm that stage managers get when its T-Minus two weeks until opening night. Graciously, she agreed to let me pop next door for a visit at Grief Theatre (of which as we all know, there are 7 stages) to get a peek at the universe they were building back stage for their next show. While there I was pleasantly surprised to run into the Contact and my old drinking buddy/Collective Collaborator Jacques Cuse along with a few friendly faces from back in the day. Stepping around the boxes of time machine engine parts, sonic screwdriver schematics and the chalk drawn sigils to summon the Lord of All Dark... I got to see the murder of Weeping Angels they had penned up in the make-up room. Of course I was warned not to touch them as doing so would send me hurtling back through the time-space continuum to a time before I was born. But they were, wow, just... wow... I could barely take my eyes off them and not just because doing so was their primary form of transportation. Haunting and beautiful as that first high school goth crush whose kisses tasted like cloves. I couldve stayed there all day asking inane questions... but by then some of the loyal staff Perilous were escorting a goat backstage and whatever was going to happen next was way above even my occult rank. Besides the angels were getting restless and my buddies had to get back to work. Outside back in the sunlight, where a cop ignored the chubby raver girl peeing on the sidewalk even as the tourists snapped cell phone shots... I knew I had been given a brief premonition of something magical to come.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 01:21:48 +0000
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