Theatre of NOTE‘s 13th Annual Performance Marathon is going on right now, and will be going on until even the Lost Girls come home.

Excerpts from VAST WRECK and MOH&H performed in the 11th and 12th Marathons. And I saw, among other things, Judy reading Dorothy Parker quotes, Hiwa and her fellow hula performers, Rich being unmasked by fifty paper plates, fire dancing, water balloons, a spiderweb of string, people hanging by hooks in their skin, and plastic Barbies making love to robots. I ate peanut butter sandwiches and talked to strangers.

The Marathon is one of the few places where my work is comparatively tame. Someday, I’ll make something disturbed enough to go on after midnight.

It’s sad to not be there, but good to be thinking of them –
somewhere between Hollywood and Sunset, east of Wilcox and west of Vine,
in between the Hotel Cafe and Groundworks,
in between Aklia’s and Jack-In-The-Box,
around the corner from Amoeba,
around the other corner from the Piano Bar,
down the street from Solar de Cahuenga,
in between the dream of theater and the reality of money,
first to the right, second to the left, and straight on till morning.

You still have five or six hours to get there. The really trippy part is just getting started.