The Mutaytor - 3/17/06 - SXSW
3/17/06
dusk in ‘the enchanted forest’, an art community in the woods. random baby heads and dragon toys on the tips of branches, a wedding dress suspended between trees. we make ready the stage next to the creek, trees with tentacles, dogs that look like seals with nervous tails, a hearse as a living space. tarps the only shelter, homes made from rusting creative junk. faerie lights and leaves suspended by spider silk. rocks hung from branches, feathers peaking out from ferns. a dome is our backstage area. a rusted can of bug spray hangs at its entrance. my favorite spot of this land is a clearing where an antique chest sits. its delicate hinges mirror the timelessness and creativity of this place. amps are plugged in. guitar levels are tested as music bounces thru the trees. there is a chance of rain… mosquitoes already dominate my skin. i borrow kj’s red rockstar barberella pants to give the critters a challenge. nobo on the megaphone says “do not remain calm. please panic at this time. thank you.” and soft giggles spread under tree tops. bird nests on breezeless perches. i watch mutaynts thru branches feeling pleasantly invisible…
Read Moredusk in ‘the enchanted forest’, an art community in the woods. random baby heads and dragon toys on the tips of branches, a wedding dress suspended between trees. we make ready the stage next to the creek, trees with tentacles, dogs that look like seals with nervous tails, a hearse as a living space. tarps the only shelter, homes made from rusting creative junk. faerie lights and leaves suspended by spider silk. rocks hung from branches, feathers peaking out from ferns. a dome is our backstage area. a rusted can of bug spray hangs at its entrance. my favorite spot of this land is a clearing where an antique chest sits. its delicate hinges mirror the timelessness and creativity of this place. amps are plugged in. guitar levels are tested as music bounces thru the trees. there is a chance of rain… mosquitoes already dominate my skin. i borrow kj’s red rockstar barberella pants to give the critters a challenge. nobo on the megaphone says “do not remain calm. please panic at this time. thank you.” and soft giggles spread under tree tops. bird nests on breezeless perches. i watch mutaynts thru branches feeling pleasantly invisible…
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