Ravens? Yeah. Ravens.
There was a giant black bird as we performed a socially-distanced, be-masked show on July 4th. It eyed us suspiciously, but they're clever animals, corvids - and though I feel they've been showing up frequently, mistaking news about a covid epidemic as a call to action in the corvid community, they're absolutely planning something.
And I think they're messing with my calendar.
I bought a new keyboard recently. One that wasn't as shiny. My friend Susan has birds and I worry that they're smarter than us. They like to chew the keys off her keyboard. The like to peck.
And so I've bought a matte grey, dark keyboard in the hopes that the hidden corvids do not peck my keyboard at night, that they do not add things mysteriously to my calendar. That they do not delete things as I sleep.
Truly, we call it a CONSPIRACY of ravens for a reason, do we not?
In all seriousness - Mark H Rooney and Kristen Koyama (#randomactsoftaiko) and ilyAIMY performed an outdoor show on July 4th. We were nervous about it. We didn't advertise it. It was a porch event in College Park advertised with posters and local web postings reminding people to wear masks, to respect one another's space, to be mindful of the fact that we have an epidemic a'foot. We had the conversations about what to do if the audience was problematic. Lines of retreat were drawn and there'd be no discussion. If anyone was uncomfortable we'd break down and be done.
But we were impressed. Despite the dark-winged harbinger of doom* the afternoon went smoothly and sans any sort of tension at all. People didn't remove their masks, they didn't crowd.
We might be looking at a massive re-imagining of how physical shows work going forward, at least for the next year or so, and showing that we CAN have nice things when we cooperate was really, truly good for my soul.
Thank you to those who came out (not that we actually told anybody!) and if you want to see the show, check it out online.
*This is unkind to ravens. Truly, the only harbinging they've ever done in MY Life is to foretell the coming of the leaving of my sandwich if I take my eyes off it for five seconds. |