Anyway, there's that, and then there's the time traveling I did last night when I stepped into the Jungle and back into 2006. Five years ago, I started working there. Two years ago I stopped. Last night, I came back. While some things have changed, it for the most part is the same old Jungle that welcomed me to my life in Minneapolis. The lights were dim, the coffee was brewed, the patrons were old, and everything had tassles attached one way or another. There was a point where I found myself literally hugging the concession stand, because that's how I communicate my elation to inanimate locations. I cleaned the cappuccino machine, I counted the money. I poured wine, I described cookies. I rang the intermission bell, I peeked into the theater to see the end of the show right before the lights went down for the evening...
There are so many memories I have there.
Also, I am obsessed. It doesn't always happen where I like a song enough to listen to it on repeat. This is one of those songs:
I fear if I don't get this under control soon, I'm going to end up hating it.
I know the song was really a postscript, and you'd probably rather people have a response to the REST of your blog post, but I listened and kind of loved it. It has a delicious contrast of whimsy and drama, melancholy and fury, beauty and awkwardness. Every turn offers a new stimulus, and the performance is never too serious nor not serious enough.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your return to the Jungle was a happy one. It doesn't sound like you wish you were back in 2006, which is also good. Good luck in the show!
Thanks Carl! That song wasn't an afterthought at all. I've actually woken up with it in my head for the past two mornings. It's totally taken over my life.
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