tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61125422344601860962024-03-14T01:06:25.137-07:00Fairytale ExperimentA magical real performance collective creating new fairytales...Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-45468736252212954322010-09-10T13:14:00.000-07:002010-09-10T13:14:34.902-07:00This Saturday! Shadow/Play + PartyPlease join us this weekend in a very special event! Celebrate autumn and support the magical things in the city... <br />
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Along with an incredible line-up for the love of Rubulad, the Fairytale Experiment shall present Shadow/Play, with silhouettes by C. Spot Designs... an early show 11pm-ish and a late encore 1am-ish... Hope to see you there!<br />
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Save Rubulad from Extinction!<br />
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Rubulad and 3rd Ward Present:<br />
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...On Saturday, September 11, 2010<br />
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Pre-Hysteria – a fund-raiser to help save Rubulad from extinction<br />
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At 3rd Ward – 195 Morgan Avenue at Stagg Street<br />
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After years of sending Brooklyn's most adventurous party-goers into all-night wonderlands of art and celebration, <strong>Rubulad is now in danger of losing its space.</strong> <strong>"Pre-Hysteria"</strong> -- referring to all things billions years back, the way things were when dinosaurs and not the Department of Buildings ruled the earth. <strong>Please dress and comport yourselves accordingly.</strong><br />
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live music by:<br />
Les Sans Culottes<br />
Lily and the Parlour Tricks<br />
Thomas Francis Takes His Chances<br />
The WoWz<br />
With your dj/soundman Cody<br />
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DJs:<br />
The Vintage DJ<br />
DJ Dirty Finger<br />
Reagonomics<br />
Jimmy Jaxon BeeKay<br />
Stellar Chic Duo<br />
Joe & Oz McGuire (Afrolicious)<br />
and more…<br />
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in the yard:<br />
Not Waving, but Drowning<br />
Jessica Delfino<br />
Bradford Reed and his Pencilina<br />
with your DJ/soundman Greything<br />
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performances by:<br />
Zero Boy<br />
Fairytale Experiment Presents: Shadow/Play<br />
The Jared Whitham Show<br />
Modern Dance Awareness Society<br />
“Blow,” a performance by Vanessa and Yung<br />
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plus:<br />
Aerialists curated by Anya Sapozhnikova<br />
Dreams and Aspirations Vending Machine by Yung<br />
G. Scopitronic’s Non-Stop Film Fest<br />
Light Circus Extraordinaire of Norm Francoeur<br />
Delicious Barbecue<br />
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...and a cast of thousands who have generously donated their time and talents to help S.O.S. – save our space!<br />
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Your $20 will help ensure the existence of Rubulad for 65 million more years to come.<br />
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Directions: L Train to the Morgan Avenue stop and follow the address numbers or to the Montrose Avenue stop, down Messerole and left on Morgan.<br />
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10:00 pm doors, 11:00 pm show. 21+ w/ ID, really.<br />
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“Pre-hysteria” refers to all things dinosaur-ish, stone age or of the terminal, way-back past. Get inspired and dress accordingly...<br />
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We are guests of 3rd Ward so no BYOB please.<br />
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http://www.3rdward.com/special-events/pre-hysteria-a-fundraiser-to-help-save-rubulad-from-certain.htmlMiss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-69415199744452012682010-09-06T09:40:00.000-07:002010-09-06T09:40:33.127-07:00Shadow Puppet Performance at 3rd Ward!This Saturday, September 11th, 2010. The Fairytale Experiment, in association with Theater of the Magical Real, is proud to present our newest "Shadow/Play" at the 3rd Ward Arts Space.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/TIUZOK4ALeI/AAAAAAAACZw/2gPSq115du4/s1600/SP_mermaids1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/TIUZOK4ALeI/AAAAAAAACZw/2gPSq115du4/s320/SP_mermaids1.jpg" /></a></div>Shadow Puppet Stage and Sihouettes created by Charlotte Gaspard, C.Spot Designs.<br />
Puppeteers provided by Fairytale Experiment, Theater of the Magical Real.Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-27790456940234036362010-03-11T13:32:00.000-08:002010-03-11T13:33:03.836-08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGF-YmSBLrM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGF-YmSBLrM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Theater of the Magical Reel presents:<br />"The Metrocard Fairy"<br /><br />Story created by: The Fairytale Experiment<br />Starring: Meredith Claire & Duncan Elder<br />With the Fairies: Eden Francis, Gabrielle Cryan<br />& Charlotte Gaspard<br /><br />Production Manager: Wanda Ruggiero<br />Shot & Cut by: Charlotte Gaspard<br />Music by: Prince Rama of Ayodhya<br /><br />Special Thanks to: Rebar / Retreat<br />Sponsored by: Circle Arts, Inc.Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-80740098263501958372010-01-20T14:56:00.000-08:002010-01-20T15:00:03.291-08:00Theater of the Magical Real presents "Alice Underground" { a reading of our new play }This Thursday, January 21st we are proud to present a staged reading of our new play, "Alice Underground" written by Charlotte Gaspard & the Fairytale Experiment, presented to you by Theater of the Magical Real. <br />We are honored by One Arm Red to use their beautiful theater space in DUMBO, Brooklyn (www.onearmred.com). "Alice Underground" is our modern adult retelling of the classic story of "Alice in Wonderland", set in the present with our gritty New York City as the backdrop.<br />The reading shall start at 7pm and we would like to invite you, our friends and cohorts to join us and stay afterward for some discussion and feedback.<br />Space is very limited, so if you would like to join us, please PLEASE<br />send an RSVP to misscspot@gmail.com<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/S1eKF3FrplI/AAAAAAAACRA/OUMOFfkf3cA/s1600-h/alice_read1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/S1eKF3FrplI/AAAAAAAACRA/OUMOFfkf3cA/s320/alice_read1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428959709110183506" /></a>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-69327030644930190342009-12-23T10:30:00.000-08:002009-12-23T10:31:21.769-08:00Mad Fairy Tea Party Dec.19th!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-87bW1_Vfw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-87bW1_Vfw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-5757991925392093132009-11-17T08:05:00.000-08:002009-11-17T08:58:00.962-08:00Together in Paradise...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SwLNNyMkZqI/AAAAAAAACP8/tAYs7hCriYs/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SwLNNyMkZqI/AAAAAAAACP8/tAYs7hCriYs/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405108139494500002" border="0" /></a><br />The end of October was quite an adventure, as we have been back in Brooklyn and preparing for the next phase of our Fairyland Clubhouse where the whole thing began, back in the beginning of the year... Rose Robin joined us from California for 10 days of long days and hard work to turn our studio into the Theater of the Magical Real, just in time to celebrate the birthday of Miss Charlotte Gaspard, founder of the Fairytale Experiment (or rather the fairy with the seed), and we were also able to celebrate all that we stand for, art community, collaboration, love, free expression, the magical real...<br /><br />We built a stage (well, Rose built & we helped), and a DJ booth for the dumpling fairy Duncan Elder, and we hung this huge and gorgeous red theater curtain, and Rose Robin built several of her amazing tree sculptures.<br /><br />Friday, October 30th we celebrated, "Together in Paradise..."<br />It was a wonderful evening, featuring live music sets from The Mumbles and friends:<br />http://www.myspace.com/brooklynmumbles<br /><br />and Kai Altair the lovely fairy goddess:<br />http://www.myspace.com/kailight<br /><br />and Ana Sobel fairy shared some tabla with storytelling that was mesmerizing as well... We even had a few speeches, much dancing late into the night, records spinning out of the new DJ booth, even some free-stylings, and many beautiful fairies everywhere you looked!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SwLPRdRVxII/AAAAAAAACQM/RfT5C_4m5K0/s1600/Halloween+2009+774.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SwLPRdRVxII/AAAAAAAACQM/RfT5C_4m5K0/s320/Halloween+2009+774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405110401620100226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thank you to all who came out to celebrate with us and to help make it happen! Magical Real Love to all, it was just the evening we dreamed of...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SwLNmzBIJZI/AAAAAAAACQE/eOhJVp50fE4/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SwLNmzBIJZI/AAAAAAAACQE/eOhJVp50fE4/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405108569211676050" border="0" /></a>Now we are back in the swing of things in Brooklyn Fairyland. We are hosting Fairytale Experiment meetings and Dream Theater Workshops under the guidance and leadership of Duncan Elder. We are performing around New York City, for updates on shows, visit our facebook page...Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-57006941941670712542009-11-10T08:09:00.000-08:002009-11-10T09:46:37.436-08:00Last Chapter of Fairytale Experiment on Tour 2009Charlotte Lily Fairy here, writing from beautiful Brooklyn... So we left off our story as the fairies had just arrived in Santa Cruz, an amazing and intense four days with so much of stories (but for the full story you'll have to wait for the documentary, Rose Robin is working on the edit as we speak...)<br />Highlights: the bus is broken down and we are down and out for a bit, but meet some amazing people, including Taylor and his wonderful dog Henry who are also having shortbus trouble, but we are able to comfort and help each other see the endless possibility of every obstacle and challenge, we meet Chip a super cool community gentleman who gives us lots of advice and connections (and rescues Rose & CSpot off the heat of the street when Rose is about to faint in the sun), we perform at a Farmer's Market and then busk up and down the main street of the town, and meet some wonderful local musicians, and end with connecting with some more wonderful locals, including the incredibly talented and kind Nick Anderson who invites us to visit the Tannery, a really cool project that subsidizes artist housing and studio space that we had been hearing so very much about throughout our odyssey of Santa Cruz experience...<br />Learn about the Tannery Arts Center at:<br />http://www.tanneryartscenter.org/<br />Check out Nick's artwork at:<br />http://www.nickandersonart.com/<br /><br />Then we leave Santa Cruz feeling rather optimistic on our way to San Fransisco. However when we stop for coffee in Half Moon Bay the bus won't start again...<br />We get a jump from a kind stranger, then another jump from another kind stranger who is in less of a rush... But still, Lunette won't start.<br />The engine is flooded, perhaps. Something is very wrong...<br />Just then, a man with beautiful long hair and the eyes of an angel pulls up beside Lunette in a classic 1958 Ford truck and asks if he can help. He is Scott, our angel of Half Moon Bay. The adventure continues, the bus won't start, and Rose and Scott spend the rest of the evening underneath her trying to figure out what is wrong...<br />We end up spending the night in the bus in the parking lot, to continue the diagnoses the following day. Finally Scott and Rose find the main problem -- the starter is dead! Poor Lunette!<br />A friend from Santa Cruz, Dan arrives in his little car to check on the fairies and takes Avatar and Erin and Lunette's dead starter ahead to San Fransisco to a starter guy that Dan knows who can rebuild it for us for a much better price than a new one, and Rose and Charlotte make the trek up to the city on the public bus (not enough room in Dan's car for four.) Our angel Scott we leave as Lunette's guardian as she shall have to stay all by herself in the parking lot of the shopping complex until we can get back to her and get her new starter in...<br /><br />San Fransisco... Lovely town. We begin our stay with some friends of friends who are so wonderful to take us in, we busk at Fisherman's Wharf, we enjoy the good company of Teddy and Meredith Claire (of San Fran, not our NYC Meredith Claire! Names continue to be uncanny repetitions of special people...), then we stay with family friends of CSpot who welcome us into their garden our first day to a music jam and bbq out by the gorgeous beach of the Great Highway, and then we stay with our Fairy Godmother Karen out in Berkeley, a woman of heart and soul and magic who offers us fairy safe-haven. Thank you all, we were so well cared for again by the universe and beyond lucky in all our friends and hosts and angels...<br /><br />Lunette spends a few days in the parking lot and then Rose and Cspot return to her with the starter and meet Scott -- from here Lunette spends several days with Scott and Rose in Half Moon Bay getting sorted and checked out and fixed and made healthy... Thank you Scott!!!<br />We end our time in San Fransisco performing at Anon Salon's "Dust-Off" Party, a great experience! We perform a fairytale for the people, Rose does performance body painting and we all sing and share stories and meet lots of gorgeous folks & fairy friends...<br />Check out the Anon Salon at:<br />http://www.anonsalon.com/<br /><br />Then -- its time to go.<br />We say our goodbyes and all pile into Lunette to head to Half Moon Bay for Lunette's last check up before we hit the road for the long drive back to New Orleans, and to record some of our songs (all original compositions by James Avatar) and then we're off!<br />We drive in shifts pretty much non-stop to NOLA, and make it in four days. Yes, four days, from Half Moon Bay right near San Fransisco to New Orleans.<br />At this time we must take a moment to thank all of you who supported us in this journey home. With the incredible and generous donations of so many kind souls we were able to end our tour as we planned, in New Orleans. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!<br /><br />Now we part ways. We all agreed to end our tour in New Orleans. Avatar and Erin go to stay with a friend of theirs and prepare/plan/begin building their next phase of life.<br />Rose and Charlotte spend our last few days in the city, and have two more shows as a duet... We perform at this amazing secret sex club an experimental performance piece that Charlotte has been dreaming of finally come to life, with the live accompaniment of the Marmalade Brigade (amazing band! Can't wait to work and play with them again...)<br />Check out the Marmalade Brigade at:<br />http://www.myspace.com/michaelmcintire<br /><br />The Fairies Rose & Charlotte have our final performance/experience at this amazing art house with a three-story tree house with a water slide into their pool and a stage and a dome (which is where Rose does her performance painting and body painting and also where the projections are, our friend Frances lets CSpot take over the video for the second half of the party, total honor thank you!) and we get to be there for their first big party with over 700 people attending, its their Spirit Animal Party, and the fairies love it!!! Thank you Amzie, thank you Kayla and Flo, thank you Rex for being, thank you Scott Pterodactyl for building, thank you family and all of New Orleans for being a home in this world for the roving fairies...<br />Check out more about the NOLA Art House at:<br />http://www.1614esplanade.com/<br /><br />This is our goodbye to New Orleans for a time, but we feel satisfied and fulfilled. Rose and Charlotte head to the airport together to spend the night in the terminal before we part. Rose is flying back to California and Charlotte is going home to Brooklyn, to the C.Spot Studio, the Fairyland Clubhouse where it all began, once upon a time, way back in February, with just the seed, an idea, a longing to gather together a tribe of fairies to make new fairytales and discover the magical real.<br /><br />Again, thank you all for making it possible, for your support and faith, and for reading...<br /><br />We now begin the next phase of the Fairytale Experiment back in Brooklyn with the creation of the Theater of the Magical Real...<br /><br />Keep posted for more adventures...<br /><br />Until next time,<br />Charlotte Lily Gaspard<br />aka Miss C. SpotMiss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-23280368293913081272009-09-25T17:01:00.000-07:002009-09-25T18:23:38.645-07:00From Los Angeles Onwards up North (part 1)Charlotte Lily here, writing from the sticky heat of New Orleans... sitting in our favorite internet spot here on Frenchman Street, place called 13... But first there's some catching up to do of the adventures of the wandering fairies & the lovely Lunette...<br /><br />So, lets see... We arrived in L.A. sometime after dark to meet Cspot's dear friend Emily at the place we'll be camping our first few days... with the absolutely lovely and amazing Hazel. We park Lunette in the driveway and wander into the gorgeous sloped backyard to a bonfire and grillin' party, hugs, beer and tequila, and song requests! We sing and settle in to share stories, and are soon joined by the very beloved cousin Aaron (genius painter and participant in the "Fairytale Installations" Residency with Rose Robin & Cspot in France 2007).<br /><br />Over the weekend we make an art party and show in Hazel's front yard and set up video projections, sounds system, and we do live screen-printing, singing & music-making, and perform a few fairytales...<br /><br />We also explore and try some busking along the boardwalk of Venice Beach -- not much money but meet cool people and enjoy the seaside. We end our time in LA staying in Charlotte's uncle's apartment and get to perform a show for the Gaspard family in a beautiful park, very special for the new generation of little ones!<br /><br />From LA we head into Topanga Canyon to stay with a family friend in the mountains with views to knock your socks off, and we steal cousin Aaron and his musician friend Mack and we have a lovely few days of cooking, jamming, painting and chilling...<br /><br />We end our tour of the Los Angeles area with a trip to the beach all together (with Aaron & Mack) and then the four intrepid fairies pile into Lunette to continue up the coast northwards...<br /><br />We get to our planned campsite destination and they are all full up!!! So we head to the County Campsite on the recommendation from the Parks Lady, and as we pull up in the dark the headlights catch a group of creepy old men with hungry eyes standing around a bonfire in a can... "Lets get outta here!" We quickly back out and head off into the night. Once we have a safe distance from that scene out of a Stephen King novel about cannibal campsites, we realize we have no other nearby options and all the fairies are fading... So we make a useful discovery -- it actually works quite fine and comfortable to sleep 4 in the bus! Cool...<br /><br />We awaken to seals playing in the ocean, and have the most rad brunch ever at Shell beach, a place called Zorro's that I would very much recommend to anyone driving within any reasonable distance, the food was SOOO tasty! (and we've had some stellar food across America, from Tiger Diner in Louisana to the Cowboy Cafe in Roswell, NM, to the homemade gumbo from my great-aunt Mary and so on and so much more...<br /><br />We get into Capitola that day thinking its Santa Cruz for some strange reason. We enjoy the beach and cook dinner and settle in to sleep in the bus again since we haven't any other real options. We are awoken at 2:30am by a Police Officer who sternly tells us that it is illegal to "camp" on the beach (we are in our own personal bus) and he threatens us with a $450 fine if we do not move along and vacate the Capitola area immediately. Exhausted and unhappy we drive out of the city to park in a less than discrete business parking lot, all expecting to be woken up again at any moment with more cops and threats... We're lucky though and make it through to morning without any more hassles.<br /><br />We get into Santa Cruz a little bit worse for the wear, but rallying our energy to see what we can do -- including see about the power steering on the bus which has just stopped functioning. Erin and Avatar head off on a recon mission while Rose and Charlotte contend with getting the bus fixed...<br />Where is the diesel mechanic around here?<br />Oh, really? They are called "Good Guys"? Hmm...<br /><br />Check out the videos:<br />http://www.youtube.com/user/RoseJayLloydRobin<br /><br />See Rose's Video of Getting to LA and Hazels Place:<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcclbQ4pO94&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcclbQ4pO94&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />See Video of the Performance for Charlotte's Family:<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxp1kWvgqF8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxp1kWvgqF8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />And here is a clip from our visit to Mama Sue's Garden on our way to L.A...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/br8uDj7NwGM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/br8uDj7NwGM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-59415253176129576822009-08-29T01:34:00.000-07:002009-09-10T13:12:36.717-07:00FTE On Tour_ARIZONA & The Grand Canyon 8/19<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrGJ8HHYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bNKJkLvL4-o/s1600-h/IMG_5908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrGJ8HHYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bNKJkLvL4-o/s320/IMG_5908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375304646246473090" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Arizona & The Grand Canyon</span></span><br /></div><br /><br />Lunette's rear left tire has a slow leak in it. Thank gooodness for FREE AIR at truck stops.<br />After checking the oil & filling the tires, we press on westward to Arizona. A lot can be said about the majestic splendor of the Grand Canyon. But I won't. I'll let the pictures do the talking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlOCzLnk9I/AAAAAAAAAro/k3FqCF7J_50/s1600-h/IMG_5879.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlOCzLnk9I/AAAAAAAAAro/k3FqCF7J_50/s320/IMG_5879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379917039876412370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlME4TmalI/AAAAAAAAArI/tLWJXGZHTag/s1600-h/IMG_5858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlME4TmalI/AAAAAAAAArI/tLWJXGZHTag/s320/IMG_5858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914876588550738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlOCzLnk9I/AAAAAAAAAro/k3FqCF7J_50/s1600-h/IMG_5879.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMFPSkdJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Geh_bX_JGU/s1600-h/IMG_5860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMFPSkdJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Geh_bX_JGU/s320/IMG_5860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914882758243474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlODF7T5xI/AAAAAAAAArw/Frug6HXe3yA/s1600-h/IMG_5878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlODF7T5xI/AAAAAAAAArw/Frug6HXe3yA/s320/IMG_5878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379917044908287762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMEO-kFpI/AAAAAAAAArA/A1Vo0R-i3Zs/s1600-h/IMG_5851.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMEO-kFpI/AAAAAAAAArA/A1Vo0R-i3Zs/s320/IMG_5851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914865494464146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMFPSkdJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Geh_bX_JGU/s1600-h/IMG_5860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMFPSkdJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Geh_bX_JGU/s320/IMG_5860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914882758243474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlME4TmalI/AAAAAAAAArI/tLWJXGZHTag/s1600-h/IMG_5858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlME4TmalI/AAAAAAAAArI/tLWJXGZHTag/s320/IMG_5858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914876588550738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMFotVvEI/AAAAAAAAArY/WQDvtgpPdzY/s1600-h/IMG_5868.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMFotVvEI/AAAAAAAAArY/WQDvtgpPdzY/s320/IMG_5868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914889581411394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlODviBbMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Rhb_w7679tc/s1600-h/IMG_5876.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlODviBbMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Rhb_w7679tc/s320/IMG_5876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379917056076508354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMGGg1IpI/AAAAAAAAArg/gSKx2KZQJBk/s1600-h/IMG_5872.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlMGGg1IpI/AAAAAAAAArg/gSKx2KZQJBk/s320/IMG_5872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914897582006930" border="0" /></a><br />We woke up at our campsite in the Grand canyon to some unexpected guests: a heard of Elk. Whoa. Huge, beautiful animals that make tiny noises like air escaping from a balloon. We took pics, smiled, packed up and headed out to fill Lunette's gas tank.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrHnBZWxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PibG-LBGxyg/s1600-h/IMG_5881.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrHnBZWxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PibG-LBGxyg/s320/IMG_5881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375304671233137426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrHPLEq7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/dMGCMVvs1u0/s1600-h/IMG_5899.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrHPLEq7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/dMGCMVvs1u0/s320/IMG_5899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375304664831273906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrGwFys8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/QijI6ZEgRvk/s1600-h/IMG_5900.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrGwFys8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/QijI6ZEgRvk/s320/IMG_5900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375304656487625666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrGezACNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/wh0t5y1vOY4/s1600-h/IMG_5907.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjrGezACNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/wh0t5y1vOY4/s320/IMG_5907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375304651845404882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />Diesel gas turns out to be more expensive than expected so we put in just enough to get us to our next destination: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Los Angeles.</span><br /><br />Lunette the bus starts acting strange, bucking wildly upon acceleration. We pull over at a truck stop and a friendly couple (Danny and Mama Sue) take a peek under the hood. Turns out we bought BAD DIESEL GAS!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXQUoculI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JDukvDA1hnA/s1600-h/IMG_4850.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXQUoculI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JDukvDA1hnA/s200/IMG_4850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379927167798655570" border="0" /></a><br />After filling the tank with Good diesel, Danny & Sue invite us to pick vegetables from Sue's organic garden; a small oasis of love, color & flavor in the middle of the desert. We picked amazing veggies (<span style="font-style: italic;">and cantalope OFF THE VINE!</span>) while singing our signature tune 'The Magic song". Mama Sue thanked us repeatedly, teary eyed and happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXRhI2fnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lqigENff2PM/s1600-h/IMG_4864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXRhI2fnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lqigENff2PM/s200/IMG_4864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379927188335656562" border="0" /></a><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXRNT6ITI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YRXoLaLEcLM/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXRNT6ITI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YRXoLaLEcLM/s200/IMG_4854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379927183013323058" border="0" /></a><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXSaZzUqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/LVCWX2sg-f0/s1600-h/IMG_4862.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXSaZzUqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/LVCWX2sg-f0/s200/IMG_4862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379927203707572898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SqlXSaZzUqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/LVCWX2sg-f0/s1600-h/IMG_4862.JPG"><br /><br /></a><br />And with a full tank of GOOD gas (!), a bushel full of organic fruits & vegetables and Mama Sue's blessing, we head for the City of Angles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-24456959218634064972009-08-28T23:29:00.000-07:002009-09-10T11:42:55.010-07:00FTE On Tour_ROSWELL, NM 8/18<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjRjgnydgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3wIl4P4axwk/s1600-h/IMG_5789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjRjgnydgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3wIl4P4axwk/s400/IMG_5789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375276563249133058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUBtbPWmI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uy8_o4sHpqE/s1600-h/IMG_5796.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUBtbPWmI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uy8_o4sHpqE/s320/IMG_5796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279281105492578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >The ROSWELL Experience</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SqL9KpHhyeI/AAAAAAAACOc/phd6YdYlrgA/s1600-h/ROSWELL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SqL9KpHhyeI/AAAAAAAACOc/phd6YdYlrgA/s320/ROSWELL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378139264311740898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Flying saucers. Little green men. Yeah. Those are the images one conjures up when the word <span style="font-weight: bold;">ROSWELL</span> is mentioned. Maybe its because of a news article telling of the crash landing of a UFO in this tiny town of New Mexico, or the (kinda) popular TV series that lasted only one season. Either way, Roswell seems to be synonymous with extraterrestrial sightings & culture. So much so that the town boasts a UFO museum, "alien" -themed gift shops and a McDonald's shaped like a alien spacescaft.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUpCfDdLI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5snpt9Z5rfM/s1600-h/IMG_5807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUpCfDdLI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5snpt9Z5rfM/s320/IMG_5807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279956773532850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUpdbmYjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rWrFuOZXrlM/s1600-h/IMG_5809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUpdbmYjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rWrFuOZXrlM/s320/IMG_5809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279964006801970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUoor2cbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/sr0pzJCMbvo/s1600-h/IMG_5806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUoor2cbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/sr0pzJCMbvo/s320/IMG_5806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279949847884210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUoJtagBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AIU8ibGu1eQ/s1600-h/IMG_5805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUoJtagBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AIU8ibGu1eQ/s320/IMG_5805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279941532942354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUCzFjn3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/ktyPVN9lIrU/s1600-h/IMG_5804.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUCzFjn3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/ktyPVN9lIrU/s320/IMG_5804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279299805028210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUCmH1-KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Ipnq5CVaaxA/s1600-h/IMG_5799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjUCmH1-KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Ipnq5CVaaxA/s320/IMG_5799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375279296324958370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The fairies were excited about this adventure. They wondered what new, strange & exciting experiences lie ahead for them. A viewing of an alien space craft? An interview with someone that has made first contact? Maybe E.T. could show them how to call home without using a sim card.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As Lunette made her way down the center of town, a hush fell over the fairies as they saw no one. The streets of the town were as barren as the desert that surrounded it. Where was everyone? The fairies had hope that answers were coming soon.<br /><br />Lunette parks in front of a gift store called "Gifts From the Angels". (Seemed like a perfect place to stop.) The fairies de-boarded Lunette and went inside.<br /><br />Inside the store were racks of "alien"-themed items along with gifts pertaining to magic and natural healing. Along the wall behind the counter were ceramic figurines of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fairies</span>. The travel-weary sojourners smiled and engaged the propriertor who stood, smiling at them.<br /><br />His name was <span style="font-weight: bold;">SCOTT</span>. He was a middle-aged man with long hair, dressed in black. His smile was as welcoming as the store's air conditioning.<br /><br />After digesting a barrage of questions, Scott magnanimously revealed the very answers the fairies were seeking:<br /><br />1) The streets were empty because of the 100+ degree weather.<br />2) Area 51 was NOT in Roswell.<br />3) There is evidence of extraterrestrial life.<br />5) The Government is probably covering it up.<br />4) The UFO museum is mostly a research library.<br />5) Traveling across the country in a "hippie bus" is not crazy.<br />6) It's important to stay hydrated in this section of the country.<br />7) Stay alert when camping in Roswell.<br />8) There were possible places to perform fairy tales in Roswell.<br />9) If you decide to <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">alter your states</span> in Roswell, strange things will happen.<br />10) You will receive protection from Angels if you thank them.<br /><br />After hearing about the "performance painting" part of the fairytale experiment's show, Scott invited the fairies into the rear section of the store. Back there, he dug into a pile of storage and revealed a huge, fuschia-colored cloth.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I don't know why I kept this"</span>, he said with a wrinkled brow.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I guess it was waiting for YOU"</span>.<br /><br />Indeed it was.<br /><br />After an incredible night in the desert under a spectacular star scape (more on this later-<span style="font-style: italic;">mature audiences only</span>), The Fairytale Experiment performs in the parking lot of a gas station on main street, in front of a new performance painting by Rose Robin, using the "Magic" fuschia-colored fabric as an enchanted canvas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjmtdYY2fI/AAAAAAAAAio/7JC0bGUqRo4/s1600-h/IMG_5823.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpjmtdYY2fI/AAAAAAAAAio/7JC0bGUqRo4/s320/IMG_5823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375299823922108914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjmsz70-9I/AAAAAAAAAig/wis0_TJOPcs/s1600-h/IMG_5812.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjmsz70-9I/AAAAAAAAAig/wis0_TJOPcs/s320/IMG_5812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375299812796464082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After the show, Charlotte plots our course to the next location: The Grand Canyon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn3GAwZXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rDJi85jJpxs/s1600-h/IMG_5832.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn3GAwZXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rDJi85jJpxs/s400/IMG_5832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375301088959292786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjmt9ntmVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9rOKj-x0F5A/s1600-h/IMG_5829.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjmt9ntmVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9rOKj-x0F5A/s320/IMG_5829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375299832576317778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Arizona...here we come!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn4M_9uyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8-gtoytgABw/s1600-h/IMG_5846.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn4M_9uyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8-gtoytgABw/s400/IMG_5846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375301108014889762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn4Rg3uMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/RKheTUxaqYw/s1600-h/IMG_5842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn4Rg3uMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/RKheTUxaqYw/s400/IMG_5842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375301109226649794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">FREE AIR</span> is a good thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn3kiS9wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YjKLkzGF2nw/s1600-h/IMG_5839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/Spjn3kiS9wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YjKLkzGF2nw/s400/IMG_5839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375301097153033986" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-2339753719400690742009-08-24T03:22:00.000-07:002009-08-29T00:20:32.896-07:00FTE On Tour_TEXAS: (Part 3;Final) 8/16-"Love In Iraan"<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">OUT OF GAS.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqnlu_7NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7QrEqvSnAmk/s1600-h/IMG_5713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqnlu_7NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7QrEqvSnAmk/s400/IMG_5713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373474533783104722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Smack dab in the middle of Texas. Hmm.<br /><br />The Fairies realised that they must've miscalculated thier diesel gas reserve. Lunette is is fiesty, hard-workin' '93 ford with a lot of get-up-n' go and good brakes. She purrs like a kitten and runs like a stallion. But her gas gauge is...a bit off. Could be a half-tank, could be a quarter, could be running on frickin' fumes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqnx-_KQI/AAAAAAAAAag/78LX81oPNF0/s1600-h/IMG_5705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqnx-_KQI/AAAAAAAAAag/78LX81oPNF0/s400/IMG_5705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373474537071388930" border="0" /></a>Our assesment of (actually) how much gas we have needed to be adjusted. Since she gets ____ miles to the gallon and the tanks holds ____ gallons, we would have to get a refill every _______miles. OOOOOK. Now we know. now all we have to do is get some help.<br /><br />Huge trucks whizz by, stirring up a swirl of Texas dust with Texas heat. The fairies whips into action, quickly creating a huge sign that says, "OUT OF <span style="font-style: italic;">DEISEL</span>. NEED HELP". (Fairies need spellcheck too.)<br /><br />The sign stops a guy in a truck who responds with <span style="font-style: italic;">"What do 'ya want me ta do about it?"</span>. Hmm. Not the help we were looking for.<br /><br />Another truck stops. A friendly gentleman (Terrance) from Florida steps out and asks what he can do. C•SPOT & ROSE spring into action and hop into the back of his truck as ERIN and myself wait in Lunette.<br /><br />30 minutes pass. No fairies. The sun beats down on ERIN & I as we pace & hydrate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqoRHVZcI/AAAAAAAAAao/xOtC_de_lE0/s1600-h/IMG_5722.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqoRHVZcI/AAAAAAAAAao/xOtC_de_lE0/s400/IMG_5722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373474545427899842" border="0" /></a>Just then, we are joined by a Texas State Trooper. He was shockingly cool for a cop. He hung out with us and told us stories about the area. Apparently, we were at a prime spot for illegals traveling from Mexico.<br /><br />He also offered us to sit in his car (for the air conditioning) and played his iPod through the car's sound system. He rocked Dave Chapelle's "<span style="font-style: italic;">P*ss On You</span>" and a selection of songs by 50 Cent. Hmm. Not MY idea of a Texas state trooper. I stand corrected. One size does NOT fit all.<br /><br />After about an hour and a half (And a visit from another trooper who traded stories about Speeders) ROSE & C•Spot returns with plastic containers filled with deisel...I mean, diesel gas.<br />We put in the gas, spilling it all over ourselves, hop on the bus, stick the key in the ignition and...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJrdh04SBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BxecJllkr3c/s1600-h/IMG_5731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJrdh04SBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BxecJllkr3c/s400/IMG_5731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373475460446963730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqo_Mp8fI/AAAAAAAAAaw/V5t14Uof3uU/s1600-h/IMG_5729.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJqo_Mp8fI/AAAAAAAAAaw/V5t14Uof3uU/s400/IMG_5729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373474557798248946" border="0" /></a>Lunette refuses to start. Too much air in the gas line. The trooper calls his mechanic friend who comes and helps us out. He sprays ether (an explosive aerosal) into the motor with a lit cigarette dangling from his lip. I suppose you call this "Texas Style".<br /><br />We finally get on our way as the sky darkens into another pitch black starscape. Tired and hungry, we pull into a Kwicky mart/ Godfather's Pizza for rest stop. Parked in the front lot was a pickup truck with the Haliburton logo on the side. I was suddenly overcome with an urge to sing <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6CcI0T6jmo">OBAMASONG</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><br />The Faries keep spirits up by dancing to a car alarm. Two men notice this and strike up a conversation. They are very cool oil welders who invite us to camp at thier trailer park. After getting a mess of BBQ wings from the pizza shop, we headed over to set up our next fairy camp-with a bunch o' good ol' boys and a couple 'o cases o' Bud.<br /><br />For the rest of the night, we laughed and sang and had a great time with these guys. They were perfect gentlemen with great stories a Hi-Tech RV that they gave us unlimited access to.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJreXchY0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/CAw_dB1izKk/s1600-h/IMG_5748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJreXchY0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/CAw_dB1izKk/s400/IMG_5748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373475474840314690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJs93uE9pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xlKwFfwmos8/s1600-h/IMG_4813.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJs93uE9pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xlKwFfwmos8/s400/IMG_4813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373477115591456402" border="0" /></a>We must have made a good impression (I don't think they've ever seen faries before) because they told us that they would PAY for us to stay and do a show for their small Texan trailer park community.<br /><br />Rose cooks up a mulligan stew, we trade jokes, drink too much beer and sleep.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJre1cQWqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W44LwHUe-QM/s1600-h/IMG_5753.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJre1cQWqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W44LwHUe-QM/s400/IMG_5753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373475482892262050" border="0" /></a>After sleeping in (Whew! we needed that!), we wrote a new (adult) fairytale about a Dragon/Fairy relationship and performed it for the guys.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJrfMtp73I/AAAAAAAAAbY/mpXbUryUIOI/s1600-h/IMG_5754.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJrfMtp73I/AAAAAAAAAbY/mpXbUryUIOI/s400/IMG_5754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373475489139257202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />They were <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-rQki0mI/AAAAAAAAAgI/3ZjrzHzpWGU/s1600-h/IMG_5766.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-rQki0mI/AAAAAAAAAgI/3ZjrzHzpWGU/s320/IMG_5766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374129905751741026" border="0" /></a>delighted and favored the love scene. It was one of our best shows, yet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-qpId2dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/E3ZcNE-ksHk/s1600-h/IMG_5768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-qpId2dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/E3ZcNE-ksHk/s320/IMG_5768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374129895164991954" border="0" /></a>Our Host Was <span style="font-weight: bold;">BRIAN </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(Angel of Texas#2)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> and CUP</span> (sorry, didn't get the last names) who were quite forthcoming with unconditional love and support for our mission. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJs9RDVyKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ncBNXasaJq8/s1600-h/IMG_4798.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJs9RDVyKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ncBNXasaJq8/s400/IMG_4798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373477105211656354" border="0" /></a>BRIAN let us ride his motorbike and CUP shared with us his stories of being in the Rodeo (<span style="font-style: italic;">and in the Navy S.E.A.L.s</span>).<br /><br />The Constable of IRAAN, TEXAS stopped by to chat, quite entertained by the fairies. He assured us that we were breaking no laws by drinking 40 beers.<br /><br />Exhaling a sigh of relief, we continued to chill with him.<br /><br />After he left, 3 unmarked cop cars pull up and 3 Sheriff's deputies get out.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The constable called you. Right? Told you there were some faries here, right?"</span>, I asked them, directly.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Yup."</span>, They replied. <span style="font-style: italic;">"You guys are fine. We're just gonna hang."</span><br /><br />Exhaling another sigh of relief,<br /><br />we continued to chill, getting our <span style="font-style: italic;">"Texas Style"</span> buzz on.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1Tp2foMN54"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(ROSE'S hy</span></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1Tp2foMN54"><span style="font-weight: bold;">sterical Youtube VIDEO)</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-r6d2GnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1DTkv5DUjZw/s1600-h/IMG_5775.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-r6d2GnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1DTkv5DUjZw/s320/IMG_5775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374129916997933682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-sfTnAeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/o7wG7of-44w/s1600-h/IMG_5778.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 57px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpS-sfTnAeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/o7wG7of-44w/s320/IMG_5778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374129926887113186" border="0" /></a>We awaken to the blazing hot Texas sun, hopefully for the last time. After a quick fairy meeting we decide to leave the <span style="font-weight: bold;">SEXTOPUS</span> sculpture on Brian's RV as an installation.<br /><br />And in a blast of Texas dust & heat, Lunette scurries away, westward & beyond.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NEXT: THE ROSWELL EXPERIENCE</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJs-7VH0EI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-4CiRqXQllM/s1600-h/IMG_4831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJs-7VH0EI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-4CiRqXQllM/s400/IMG_4831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373477133740396610" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-50962174965423828672009-08-23T17:35:00.000-07:002009-08-24T03:21:51.686-07:00FTE On Tour_TEXAS (Part 2) 8/14, 8/15<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHqS-Bbb-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/r4eAE4F5aPQ/s1600-h/IMG_5619.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHqS-Bbb-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/r4eAE4F5aPQ/s200/IMG_5619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373333442037247970" border="0" /></a>Whew! That was a long bus ride. The fairies exploded in a burst of creative energy. Making costumes, screen-printing t-shirts, writing new fairytales and having outdoor song rehearsals. Within 5 minutes of landing in AUSTIN, TEXAS we had a gig.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoRH5QWWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RY_Bm6gh2ZE/s1600-h/IMG_5647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoRH5QWWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RY_Bm6gh2ZE/s200/IMG_5647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331211304327522" border="0" /></a>The first was a Eastern European fashion show and dance party at a club called "The Cockpit". The door admission was reduced for entry in makeup. C•spot and Erin spread fabulous fairy magic at the door, offering a place to sit and be made up for a small donation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJjJoLZE4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/3KGDJlxXhow/s1600-h/AvatarCHUX.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJjJoLZE4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/3KGDJlxXhow/s400/AvatarCHUX.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373466322461594498" border="0" /></a>Our next performance was in a park at an all-day outdoor electronica party. The DJ's were off the hook. They let me get on the mic. I even got a chance to hold a real pair of Nunchakus. The guy who owns them lights them on fire and works out. I'd like to see Chuck Norris do that shit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoQFPddfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eczW1Cm25GA/s1600-h/IMG_5665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoQFPddfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eczW1Cm25GA/s200/IMG_5665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331193412285938" border="0" /></a>ROSE & ERIN painted masterpieces in the sun as Triphop, Downtemop and Acid Jazz filled the woods.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHqRuMPspI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SpUDqRqDOX0/s1600-h/IMG_4773.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHqRuMPspI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SpUDqRqDOX0/s200/IMG_4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373333420607779474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoPz6JXsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ToMqsM7_4U/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoPz6JXsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ToMqsM7_4U/s200/IMG_5674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331188759486146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoPXAgqSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/h2bBKYw8M6A/s1600-h/IMG_5689.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHoPXAgqSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/h2bBKYw8M6A/s200/IMG_5689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331181001550114" border="0" /></a>After the show, we pack up the bus and haul over to Odeil's house to prepare for our journey west. After a bite to eat we sleep.<br /><br />The next morning we say goodbye to our most gracious host who made our Austin trip so special. After re-packing the bus and getting well caffinated, we set off westward.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJnlyGx_1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/77B7UMof0bA/s1600-h/IMG_5712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpJnlyGx_1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/77B7UMof0bA/s400/IMG_5712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373471204209459026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >OH SHIT! OUT OF GAS!!</span><br /><br />Yep. Right in the middle of Texas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-6018832643759909072009-08-23T14:31:00.000-07:002009-08-23T17:43:24.436-07:00FTE On Tour_TEXAS (Part 1) 8/13<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHMtev-JBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PYSvTGCGVZI/s1600-h/IMG_5612.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHMtev-JBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PYSvTGCGVZI/s400/IMG_5612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373300912150160402" border="0" /></a>As the sun sets in the Houston skyline, we bullet through Texas into a horizon etched with pink, peach and purple streaks. The faint aroma of an "Icy Hot" product waifs through Lunette's interior as ROSE ROBIN reclines with a strained back, sleeping soundly. Hopefully she'll feel better soon, as she savors the last remaining flavor of the homemade Pecan Pie we just had from the TIGER DINER. Yeah. We ate real good in New Orleans.<br /><br />Darkness falls quickly and the candy-colored sunset gives way to a black sky filled with Texas stars. Still about an hour and a half away from Austin...time to start looking for a place to camp.<br /><br />Riding through <span style="font-weight: bold;">BRENHAM, TX</span> we spot a sign for <span style="font-style: italic;">Rocky Creek Park</span> and turn onto a gravel road which takes us to a rusty gate that's locked tight. After backing out to re-trace our steps, in the pitch blackness we see a light. It looks like a hotel sign.<br /><br />"Maybe they know where we can camp.", we thought, making our way toward the sign.<br /><br />We pull into the parking lot of a huge roadhouse lodge called "TOAD HOLLOW ICE HOUSE".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2Ymsin_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/9bn6hUPqZmk/s1600-h/IMG_5587.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2Ymsin_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/9bn6hUPqZmk/s320/IMG_5587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276364250193906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2ZKd9bZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HBbbZcLLmHY/s1600-h/IMG_5588.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2ZKd9bZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HBbbZcLLmHY/s320/IMG_5588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276373852712338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a bar/resturant with a large outdoor seating area. The entire structure was made out of brand new cedar.<br /><br />I immediately harbor a queasy, unsettled feeling-having seen cheezy movies about angry rednecks that hang outsiders for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.<br /><br />Our brightly-colored "Hippie" bus pulls into the parking lot.<br /><br />C•Spot & Erin hop out and bounce over to a tall, slender blonde woman sitting in the back area, beaming with fairy smiles.<br /><br />I scrunch down a little deeper into my seat.<br /><br />The two return, sporting even wider smiles.<br /><br />"They said we can stay here! Told us to pull around to the rear!", they sing with glee.<br /><br />"They did?", I warble, swallowing hard. The bad New Yorker inside of me twitches a little, deathly afraid of being lynched by unfriendly Locals. Shit, a bunch of "Townies" in New Orleans gave us the wrong directions on purpose and we ended up getting rescued by a kind family who gave us a map of the area, stern warnings about <span style="font-style: italic;">where NOT to walk</span> and smiles.<br /><br />I swallow hard again as a few people hanging out in the roadhouse's huge picnic area come over to the bus for a closer look.<br /><br />"Her name is "Lunette", C•Spot cheerfully tells them, smiling happily and covered in glitter. The onlookers are delighted. No match for strong fairy magic.<br /><br />A (hot blonde) woman named Jennifer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2X0mLuJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fSBwihi-T84/s1600-h/IMG_5581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2X0mLuJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fSBwihi-T84/s320/IMG_5581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276350801754258" border="0" /></a> invites us to sit down and have some beers. I breathe a sigh of relief and get off the bus. She introduces us to a cool guy named Wayne, her boyfriend Mike (The manager) and Tammy (the owner) There is nothing but love at this place. Love for us in Texas. So much for the "Avatarded New Yorker's" pre-concieved notions about Texans & southern hospitality. I now stand humbled in the face of Texas love.<br /><br />Mike invites us to camp in the area behind the roadhouse. We can't make a fire because of the state's "Burn Ban" (real dry, no rain) so Rose makes Fried Okra on our camping stove. Yum. Tents go up. We sleep.<br /><br />We awaken up to strong coffee, awesome oatmeal, enormous breakfast burritos and WAYNE who greets us with a friendly <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Good Morning Fairies!"</span>. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2ZnjQruI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2J-dzUP6RoU/s1600-h/IMG_5583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2ZnjQruI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2J-dzUP6RoU/s320/IMG_5583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276381659573986" border="0" /></a>As the morning manager does the blog, we plug in our computers and do a quick edit before hitting the road. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2YKuc3xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/t2tHpy_EOA4/s1600-h/IMG_5584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpG2YKuc3xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/t2tHpy_EOA4/s320/IMG_5584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276356742012690" border="0" /></a>After giving ROSE her first ride in a '69 muscle car, Wayne gives us some magic items (See Rose's "Toad's Hollow" video) and we speed off into the dry Texas heat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCtrzq6rI/AAAAAAAAAXs/t740MqegTk8/s1600-h/IMG_5602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCtrzq6rI/AAAAAAAAAXs/t740MqegTk8/s320/IMG_5602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289920539060914" border="0" /></a>Charlotte seems to have an eye for funky little coffee joints. As we speed through <span style="font-weight: bold;">Giddings, Texas</span> she pulls Lunette over (or, visa versa) to a cute little yellow coffee shop with a drive through window called "THE BUZZ BEAN".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCuHgsxOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YHduiYTzKbg/s1600-h/IMG_5603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCuHgsxOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YHduiYTzKbg/s320/IMG_5603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289927975683298" border="0" /></a> (www.giddingsbuzzbean.com)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCvOyQtOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UyFpvbQhql8/s1600-h/IMG_5609.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCvOyQtOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UyFpvbQhql8/s320/IMG_5609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289947108259042" border="0" /></a>The sign out front read " Sit 'n sip in the rear". We park Lunette and walk around the back to find a cute little porch with tables & chairs. A woman named JO greets us with a friendly smile, an ash tray for our rollies and some of the best coffee we've ever had.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCuvL2tGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fq9BmYYE3ug/s1600-h/IMG_5607.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCuvL2tGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fq9BmYYE3ug/s320/IMG_5607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289938625672290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCv77b_9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Krg-yz0DTX0/s1600-h/IMG_5611.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHCv77b_9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Krg-yz0DTX0/s320/IMG_5611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289959226343378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"I can't believe I didn't wear my bumble bee costume today!"</span>, she said as we threw our heads back and enjoyed a good laugh inbetween sips of sexy Iced Mocha frapps and <span style="font-style: italic;">"Mango Tango" </span>fresh fruit smoothies. Also impressive was the air conditioning in the Buzz bean's interior and the in-house book swap. Jo gives us a magic item (A silver lighter cover with a <span style="font-weight: bold;">FAIRY</span> on it) and our jaws drop. After a round of information exchanges <span style="font-style: italic;">and REAL hugs</span>, we set off to Austin.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHXQzels2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/G8SrYrHvrWA/s1600-h/IMG_5615.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHXQzels2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/G8SrYrHvrWA/s200/IMG_5615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373312514126099298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHXRbhJX5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/vjZr_yM1P-c/s1600-h/IMG_5617.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHXRbhJX5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/vjZr_yM1P-c/s200/IMG_5617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373312524874243986" border="0" /></a>We arrive in <span style="font-weight: bold;">AUSTIN, TEXAS</span> at the BOUDIN CREEK COFFEEHOUSE and meet our contact: an amazing soul named ODEIL. After a real good BBQ veggie burger (and lots of coffee) we drive to her house to plan our next bit of fairy madness.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHhPBE9JPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SMbmU8cJFDY/s1600-h/IMG_5655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SpHhPBE9JPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SMbmU8cJFDY/s320/IMG_5655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373323478533219570" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-1483181676583741302009-08-14T17:28:00.000-07:002009-08-23T16:06:31.991-07:00FTE On Tour_NEW ORLEANS 8/4-8/14<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYO9n1iJtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qd7hnk9me0c/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYO9n1iJtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qd7hnk9me0c/s400/IMG_4586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369996057514223314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tues 8/04</span><br />Left Ashville. Met ERIN @ Louie Armstrong Airport.<br /><br />Met <a href="http://www.marrusart.com/">MARRUS</a> in the 9TH Ward of NOLA .<br /><br />She introduces us to REX (Michael Dingler from <a href="http://nolarising.blogspot.com/">NOLA RISING</a>).<br /><br />He introduced us 2 RANGER DAVE from <a href="http://videos.nola.com/times-picayune/2008/06/xo_studios.html">X/O STUDIOS</a>.<br /><br />Stayed with Charlotte’s Grand Aunt/Uncle MARY & RON.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wed 8/05</span><br />After a belly full of grits, eggs & sausage, we re-organized the bus (Lunette) at Dauphine & Press<br /><br />Quick run to the library to make flyers, Rex brings more. While flyering the streets, we were misdirected (on purpose) by locals. A local family helps us and gives us a map.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Thurs- 0/06</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">(Afternoon)</span><br />Set up for FTE show@ Press St. & Dauphine (mean’s <span style="font-style: italic;">“Daughter of the Queen”</span>). We get denied access by NOCA (New Orleans center for Creative Arts) who owns the property.<br /><br />NOPD arrives, enforces NOCA’s rule. The audience arrives.<br /><br />FTE relocates to a grassy area nearby. A passing train interrupts the performance, yet the show goes on. Applause.<br /><br />Meanwhile…in the French quarter...<br /><br />ROSE & AVATAR set up a PERFORMANCE PAINTING in an empty parking lot on Frenchman & Charters.<br /><br />A frendly NOPD officer gives us his blessing & a smile. The live perfrormance painting is received well by onlookers who are actually getting into the unique extravaganza.<br /><br />100 degree weather + dehydration causes Avatars hands to cramp up during drum performance. Rose is covered in paint & sweat And the show goes on.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Evening)</span><br />Lunnete the bus meees Rose & Avatar. After small dinner (And a lot of water) we do an FTE performance across the street at pizza shop/Hookah bar LAZIZA with Josh Bennet’s friend NICK. After the show, we have dinner @ <a href="http://www.myneworleans.com/My-New-Orleans/Food-Dining/Dining-Guide/index.php/name/13-Restaurant-and-Bar/listing/24564/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">13</span></a> (an overworked LEVI is our waiter).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoPXMJhVFwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gTy2Z9hh5_A/s1600-h/BRIAN2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoPXMJhVFwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gTy2Z9hh5_A/s400/BRIAN2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369371784469878530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoPXMJhVFwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gTy2Z9hh5_A/s1600-h/BRIAN2.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This is BRIAN. He is our WIZARD.</span></a><br />(Every fairytale has a wizard, right?)<br /><br />We went on a great adventure with him as he gave us a tour of the levee at Midnight.<br /><br />The fairies, intoxicated by the full moon, called to the neighborhood mermaids/sirens who began bathing in the moonlight.<br /><br />This caused a passing tugboat to lose its the barge.<br />(No, really. The night was suddenly filled with a loud crash.)<br /><br />The fairies giggled with glee, grabbed their clothing and got the hell outta there. True story. Good times. Thanks, wiz.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYKS2NEgVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/28cjZzGQp2Q/s1600-h/IMG_5334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYKS2NEgVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/28cjZzGQp2Q/s400/IMG_5334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369990924590154066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">FRI 8/07</span><br />We return to Frenchman & Charters (the painting stands, untouched.) with tent, tikki torches and small setup for cooking crepes. Brian meets us with Roast chicken, fresh basil, tomato & motzerella for Rose’s savory crepes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYMbP5oLBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0PnE-X24dLs/s1600-h/IMG_5341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYMbP5oLBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0PnE-X24dLs/s320/IMG_5341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369993267950136338" border="0" /></a>Down the block is the SHRIMP BOIL that happens every Friday. Mounds of gigantic shrimp smothered in spices, whole garlic clove bunches, onions and veggies are boiled in a huge pot then given away FOR FREE. The line goes down the block.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoPQfH4TK6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/hGeJ9sbUnbA/s1600-h/IMG_5394.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoPQfH4TK6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/hGeJ9sbUnbA/s400/IMG_5394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369364413865470882" border="0" /></a>The owner of the parking lot where we were set up (politely) askes us to leave. Someone tells us of a place caled <a href="http://neworleans.citysearch.com/profile/map/11354721/new_orleans_la/dragon_s_den_social_aid_pleasure_club.html">Dragon’s den</a> on Espanade & Frenchman St. They let us set up and Rose paints a huge mural as I sing and dance. It was awesome.<br /><br /><br />After the show?...Whiskey & Crepes in ANOTHER parking lot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">SAT 8/08</span><br />Rose performs her Nude body painting routine during the "Dirty Linen Festival" on Royal St., <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">(No photos-DAMN!!!)</span> then has a photo session with Amsey.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYNVDB5TGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/l1qXPG0n4Qs/s1600-h/IMG_5383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYNVDB5TGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/l1qXPG0n4Qs/s320/IMG_5383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369994260927564898" border="0" /></a>That evening we return to Dragon’s den for another performance painting with Rose Robin & Erin Belanger.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sun 8/09</span><br />My first Po’ Boy. Checked out <a href="http://www.thegreenproject.org/"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Green Project</span></a>. Chill day. Recharge.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mon 8/10</span><br />On the way to perform a trunk show for a group of art enthusiasts, we get our 2nd flat tire.<br />One hour later, we have 3 new friends. (more to come)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tuesday 8/11</span><br />My first Horse riding lesson. We meet local missionary clown performer COOKIE and go to Jackson Square to perform some fairytales.The show in Jackson square is bust. Touring Brooklyn band THE MUMBLES sees our van but can't stop to Say hi.<br /><br />We all meet & perform at <a href="http://neworleans.citysearch.com/profile/map/11354721/new_orleans_la/dragon_s_den_social_aid_pleasure_club.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">circle bar</span></a>. Good times.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wed 8/12</span><br />Chill day. Laundry. Neighbors introduce themselves to us, bringing red beans & rice. Clean & prep Lunette for an 8 hour drive..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thur 8/13</span><br />On the road to Austin. Yay!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-55043718930356041012009-08-14T17:16:00.001-07:002009-08-23T16:05:38.208-07:00FTE On Tour_NY_PA_VA_NC 8/23-8/1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYB5-19GaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XLaImVgPfxk/s1600-h/IMG_5187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYB5-19GaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XLaImVgPfxk/s400/IMG_5187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369981701319367074" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">THURSDAY</span>: Keith, Ethan & FTE fairy MEREDITH <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(The Mumbles)</span> play a show on a boat. We stage a pirate takeover of the ship and end up tricked by Faries into having sex with an octopus. After this, THE PIMPS OF JOYTIME rock the boat.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">SUNDAY</span>: We perform on the WATERPOD, docked at 125th st. After a violent afternoon thunderstorm chase away most of our audience, the "ecosystem-on-a-barge" stops swaying to and fro. The crew then invites us to dine with them.<div><br /></div><div> As they prepare a scrumptious meal of fresh fish and veggies grown on the pod, we sing FTE songs for a crowd that has gathered by the dock. (Rose video coming). After an encore, we dine under a DOUBLE RAINBOW that stretches over Harlem.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">MONDAY</span>:Left Brooklyn in the bus (Lunette) to Philly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hit a flat tire around Camden, New Jersey.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rose & I walk 2 miles to get a new tires in he hot sun. Four quarts of sweat spew out from under my black Yankees cap. We buy the tires. Rose leaves to go get a jack and I carry the two bagged tires to the corner & wait for her thinking, '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">How the f@#k</span> are we gonna carry these big-ass tires back to Lunette?"<br /><br />Just then, a kind brother named ROB drives up in a silver SUV and asks me where I'm going. I explain our dilema and he offers to give us a lift.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rob (and his two youg sons, ages 4 and 7) not only drove us back to Lunette, but he also drove us through the streets of Camden, NJ to look for a tire repair shop, then rounded up a bunch of truckers to help us out. They agreed to help without blinking a lash. One guy changes a tire using Ether & a match. (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Video of all of these encounters will be uploaded soon by Rose. You gotta see this.)</span><br /><br />All rejoice. The kids recieve homemade candy. They smile, smacking loudly with shiny red & purple lips. Fairy hugs and Obama fist bumps make their rounds. Our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Angels Of Camden</span></span> (actually) drive off into the sunset.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now we are ready to drive the rest of the way to Philly. It's only ten minutes away.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yup. Only ten minutes away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYCiWyVZUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wfKpHLvxKNs/s1600-h/IMG_5235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYCiWyVZUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wfKpHLvxKNs/s400/IMG_5235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369982394941400386" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">TUESDAY</span>: We are greeted in West Philly at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Rachel</span></span>'s crib. (More on her & her peeps later. That tribe is delightfully Avatarded.) We schedule a 2pm performance in the center of RitenHour Park.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rose & I warm up the crowd performing a new bit called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"The Dancing Doll"</span> where I play drum and she moves like a puppet activated by sound. Then the FTE perform 3 skits. A stunned and gracious Philidelphia crowd recieves us warmly.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After the show, a guy named Richard gives us some soap. (By now, I'm needing it. We did the show in the hot sun.) He also invites us over for a home cooked meal. Rose & I Leave for South Philly, her wearing a Tutu and me bangin' a drum.<br /><br />Richard feeds us as we play with his 16 month old pitbull puppy. His roomates discuss going to a drum circle later in the evening. We leave with Richard for an open mic at a Jazz club in Center City.<br /><br />Intercepted by a cool social worker who wants to know where the show is. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please remember: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Rose looks great in a TuTu</span>. People stop us and ask us "Where's the show?". They don't just <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ask</span>. They ask like they <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">want to come</span>. If that's Philly, then give me more. I like it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The cool social worker gives us a tip on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">another</span> open mic nearby. We sit for 2 songs, then move on.<br /><br />Stop by TSOP store. (See Rose for video). Move on to open mic.<br /><br />Stop by live band playing in a storefront window. We join them, jam out on "No Woman No Cry". Move on to open mic.<br /><br />Arrive at open mic at Jazz club. Rose interviews the woman at the door. {VID} She gives a tour of the club. The piano player asks us to stop filming.<br /><br />We catch the trolley back to Rachel's house. We arrive and perform for Rachel, her housemates and her visiting cousin. Rachel tells us about a really cool guy named <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Coope</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">r</span></span>, living in a community called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ashville </span>down in<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nawth Cack-a-lack-a</span>". We write down his number. Recount the days events. Music jam. Sleep. Early drive Tomorrow. We're off to Washington D.C.</span></span></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">WEDNESDAY</span></span>: Arrive in DC mid-morning. Rose & I walk by the FBI Building and meet a cool black laborador K-9 officer named <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Power"</span>. His badge had a little picture of a dog on it. We continue down Pensylvania avenue and on to the White House.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYC_VHAymI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_puUvN0j3cc/s1600-h/IMG_5253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYC_VHAymI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_puUvN0j3cc/s320/IMG_5253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369982892707465826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rose shoots video of me singing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6CcI0T6jmo"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Obamasong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"</span></a>.<br />We shoot additional footage at the Lincoln Memorial.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYEEjAjf7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/L6HNqbo05Vo/s1600-h/IMG_5250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYEEjAjf7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/L6HNqbo05Vo/s320/IMG_5250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369984081849450418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We stop by the Smithsonian Air / Space museum then back to Lunette. Off to Shenandoa National park in Virginia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYEkRWK3CI/AAAAAAAAAV8/s95PzXKNzeE/s1600-h/IMG_5278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYEkRWK3CI/AAAAAAAAAV8/s95PzXKNzeE/s320/IMG_5278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369984626864086050" border="0" /></a><br />Very ironic how I run outta cigarettes in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Virgini</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">a</span>. Maybe it's a sign I should stop.<br /><br />We make camp. Rose makes Crepes. We snuggle into place in our tents under a starry sky. In the morning we move to another location called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">" The Loft Mountain Campground"</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYFo8l0EbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xXT0YLw5o_s/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYFo8l0EbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xXT0YLw5o_s/s400/IMG_5264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369985806703530418" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">THURSDAY</span>: At the camp there is an ampitheater with stunning views of the Shenandoa Mountian range. A perfect canvas on which to paint Fairytale Experiment magic. We immediately put out the word to the people of the camp; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Show tonight in the ampitheater at 7!"</span></span></div><div>We quickly outline a show, walk through it and pull costumes. After hanging a sign on Lunette that reads: "Performance Tonight", we drive from camp to the theater to see cars in the parking lot. Our audience awaits!</div><div><br /></div><div>It begins to rain.<br /><br />We enter the theater playing drum loudly and dancing through the waiting campers and families. They patiently sit & smile in rain gear and watch us do our thing. The rain stops half way through the show. At the end, we sing the magic song & take a bow.<br /><br />We get back to camp and watch the sunset. Rose makes more amazing crepes. We tell jokes by a roaring fire and laugh till bellyhurt. Huddle in tents. Sleep. Tomorrow we are off to North Carolina.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYGpbcphgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MZy4JmHqBAU/s1600-h/IMG_4614.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYGpbcphgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MZy4JmHqBAU/s320/IMG_4614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369986914498217474" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><br /><br /><br />FRIDAY</span>: A sudden morning fog sweeps across the camp and slings us off the mountian. We zip through Virginia like a bullet. We stop at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">White's Truck Stop</span></span> for waffle fries and a peek at the Firearm museum. Yup. There it was. The gun used in the movie "Death Wish" by Charles Bronson. Good fries, too.<br /><br />The game room is filled with all first-person shooter coin-ops. There's even one video game created by the U.S. Army. Never saw that before. I force a smile as I walk by 50 or so little "Uncle Tom" dashboard dolls.<br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYAQQOy2LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VheJMEkSUOI/s1600-h/IMG_5282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wq2QQ-TRU-8/SoYAQQOy2LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VheJMEkSUOI/s320/IMG_5282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369979884920821938" border="0" /></a></div> We drive through Virginia and Tennesee to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Mars Hill, North Carolina</span></span>. We are greeted by our new friends <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ryan Cooper</span></span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Jason Boyer</span></span> who treat us like family. They and trusty dog <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Stella Blue</span></span> bless us with veggie goodness from the garden in the backyard and more:</div><div>Zuchinni Bread</div><div>Homemade Cole Slaw</div><div>Homemade saurkraut</div><div>Picked beets</div><div>Picked summer squash</div><div>Fresh (from the garden) bean dip</div><div>Chicken sausage</div><div>& gallons of Honey Mead.<br /><br />Too busy eating now. Planning something special. Stay tuned.</div><div><br /></div><div>J/A</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-10492859102506246412009-08-01T21:05:00.001-07:002009-08-01T22:49:30.046-07:00pix<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSZRXPvcI/AAAAAAAACLs/qSxeKMJziAU/s1600-h/IMG_4192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSZRXPvcI/AAAAAAAACLs/qSxeKMJziAU/s320/IMG_4192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214756448746946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSZJYmO8I/AAAAAAAACLk/yDVKTMKfptI/s1600-h/IMG_4189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSZJYmO8I/AAAAAAAACLk/yDVKTMKfptI/s320/IMG_4189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214754306931650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSYtMrKpI/AAAAAAAACLc/JmwfAEl5e-s/s1600-h/IMG_4187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSYtMrKpI/AAAAAAAACLc/JmwfAEl5e-s/s320/IMG_4187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214746740730514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSYXYHx9I/AAAAAAAACLU/t1FMuLilPno/s1600-h/IMG_4188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnUSYXYHx9I/AAAAAAAACLU/t1FMuLilPno/s320/IMG_4188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214740883163090" border="0" /></a>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-10356940761408379832009-08-01T15:10:00.000-07:002009-08-01T15:39:52.947-07:00Photo log #1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnTEL0wLcsI/AAAAAAAACLM/wPcGkpf-i0w/s1600-h/IMG_4591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnTEL0wLcsI/AAAAAAAACLM/wPcGkpf-i0w/s400/IMG_4591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365128763523429058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnTD0Jl0XWI/AAAAAAAACLE/dnwgKIfikM0/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnTD0Jl0XWI/AAAAAAAACLE/dnwgKIfikM0/s320/IMG_4620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365128356800257378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnTDWpGWozI/AAAAAAAACK8/QGXbDSdkRS8/s1600-h/IMG_4614.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnS-S0q68_I/AAAAAAAACJM/Gr7fino2MbA/s200/IMG_5171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122286690694130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnS-EfEStxI/AAAAAAAACJE/JXGY1yNEG9s/s1600-h/IMG_5190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnS-EfEStxI/AAAAAAAACJE/JXGY1yNEG9s/s400/IMG_5190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122040373360402" border="0" /></a>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-86583826533439694492009-07-29T14:06:00.000-07:002009-07-29T14:14:31.259-07:00more from frances' MA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC7Fqp_9wI/AAAAAAAACI8/k8mGgWf1R6c/s1600-h/IMG_4426.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC7Fqp_9wI/AAAAAAAACI8/k8mGgWf1R6c/s400/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363992862222448386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC7EtDpGsI/AAAAAAAACI0/zjPsNTFBdsc/s1600-h/IMG_4423.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC7EtDpGsI/AAAAAAAACI0/zjPsNTFBdsc/s400/IMG_4423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363992845687003842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC7EUUuvcI/AAAAAAAACIs/hKl_tqeSi3Y/s1600-h/IMG_4415.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC7EUUuvcI/AAAAAAAACIs/hKl_tqeSi3Y/s400/IMG_4415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363992839047790018" /></a>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-67920516552895938592009-07-29T13:57:00.000-07:002009-07-29T14:05:55.022-07:00pix from frances'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC42gr0rKI/AAAAAAAACIk/jv5DhuzHDXg/s1600-h/IMG_4407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC42gr0rKI/AAAAAAAACIk/jv5DhuzHDXg/s400/IMG_4407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363990402824449186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC42W5_yPI/AAAAAAAACIc/dZTEihjVmC8/s1600-h/IMG_4405.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC42W5_yPI/AAAAAAAACIc/dZTEihjVmC8/s400/IMG_4405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363990400199543026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC419JTtrI/AAAAAAAACIU/z-6JuyjwHyY/s1600-h/IMG_4404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/SnC419JTtrI/AAAAAAAACIU/z-6JuyjwHyY/s400/IMG_4404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363990393284441778" /></a>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-87924458965632977202009-07-28T09:16:00.000-07:002009-07-28T09:23:42.495-07:00we get to philly...just a short note as time is brief before we leave our little haven on cedar street to get to the park where we are doing a 2pm performance of fairytales... we made it to philly last night after a grand adventure of our first flat as we were driving through camden with the lights and skyline of philadelphia in the distance... we were stranded at a nothing gas station not sure what to do so rose and avatar headed off into the streets and highways of camden to find a flat fix place or a tire or something... yana and myself (charlotte) stay with the bus and take the time to do a little organizing of the bus... amazing long story short, the angels of camden came to our rescue -- rose and av find rob who drives them back to the bus with the two tires they bought and then helps them find the wonderful trucker crew nearby and all these wonderful 5 help us for hours to get a new tire on the rim and the adorable little boys Rob's two kids rob jr and ali keep us company -- such an amazing experience!!! <br />sending kisses to all from the road and keep posted for more...<br />magical real love,<br />charlotteMiss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-11263316703868702022009-07-24T11:24:00.000-07:002009-07-24T11:25:45.504-07:00Fairy Fundraiser July 25th!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/Smn8i3KZ61I/AAAAAAAACIM/qDGCaEgX5u4/s1600-h/FTE_fund25th.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm5DyqUsMeI/Smn8i3KZ61I/AAAAAAAACIM/qDGCaEgX5u4/s400/FTE_fund25th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362094507214629714" /></a>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-74207686426182795482009-07-13T11:11:00.000-07:002009-07-13T11:17:18.636-07:00yana flaps her wingsThis is a little clip from the rehearsal for our show in the Intervale Community Space in Burlington, Vermont on Thursday, July 9th...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wBNdzGG_Y8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wBNdzGG_Y8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-45181554290848430662009-07-09T09:52:00.000-07:002009-07-09T10:08:30.133-07:00Day 2/3We have entered the Road<br /><br />1st stop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stockbridge</span>..a fairy music jam and incredible pesto<br />we picked up a cook stove and a wonderful musician… Lucas Swan.<br /><br />Now on our way in the rain to Burlington Vermont, green lush dampness.<br /><br />We will be camping out in the woods rehearing, repainting the bus, renovating costumes, rehearsing, building many pocket pouches for the bus.<br /><br />We have a show in a Barn tomorrow night double billing with Shawn Grady. Performing: The Sun Flower, and Dreamer .2, and creating a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">collaborative</span> experiment with local artists.<br /><br />(as I write this our first bus glitch, the wind shield wipers stopped working mid rainstorm. So we pull over, wrap up in a towel, scope out the situation, wait, admire a boat across the road, head up the road to a gas station, the rain clears we make it to Burlington about 7pm - amazing how something so small can be so large, so many lessons to be discovered)<br /><br />-----------<br /><br />Today woke in a garage in Burlington first night of city camping, our host who is connecting us with the arts community here, very friendly, hadn't really sorted us out so our first night we were welcomed to a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hump day</span> home brew community gathering and one of the people at the party Greg, hosted us gave us a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Chinese</span> food feast as we bonded with the community and planned for performances here.<br /><br />Rehearsal this afternoon at the barn, we need to unload the bus, re organize ( probably a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">permanent</span> activity) Performing tonight after a dance piece...really flying by strings.<br /><br />The plan is to rehearse with local artists and build a piece to share... we have the tales we've created and chill people who want to play...I am wishing I had a clearer plan, but trust and ease and walking into leading the way (ahh). More soon.<br /><br />Headed to Maine tomorrow..... cheers y.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-41294343707580764202009-07-09T08:16:00.000-07:002009-07-09T08:17:17.500-07:00Fairytale Experiment Teaser<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmcJwekBUGs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmcJwekBUGs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112542234460186096.post-48803963410084517772009-06-29T09:44:00.001-07:002009-06-29T09:44:50.914-07:00Fairy-Well & Ciao for Now!Darlings and Cohorts,<br /><br />Several months ago we began a journey, the Fairytale Experiment.<br /><br />Our idea is to open up assumptions underlying our collective consciousness and reclaim the endless possibility and exuberance of the magical realms of our youth.<br /><br />In weekly open workshops we began generating new fairytales and developing a Magical Real method of storytelling. Through this process we became a multi media theater collective.<br /><br />This Spring we performed at festivals, parades and intimate venues, in the streets and parks and lofts of New York City... <br />Now we are embarking on the next phase... America...<br /><br />The Fairytale Experiment is going on the road to share, explore and discover new stories. <br />To virtually join our adventure : www.fairytaleexperiment.blogspot.com<br /><br />*********<br /><br />Please save these dates!<br /><br />Saturday, July 25th from 9pm till Late : A Fairy-well Party and Fundraiser <br />&<br />Sunday, July 26th at 6pm : Free Fairytale Performance, outdoors TBA<br /><br />*********<br /><br />Want to help the Fairies?<br />… Know anyone along our route? <br />The Fairies would love more connections… All contacts to venues, hosts and local art communities welcome!<br /><br />Spread the word!<br />Contact : fairytale.experiment@gmail.com<br /><br />*********<br /><br />Outline of the Road Trip {open for additions & detours}:<br />July 11th – Maine Performance<br />July 12th – Vermont Performance<br />July 26th – NYC Performance<br />August 2nd – New Orleans Performance<br />August 8th – Santa Fe Performance<br />August 21st – L.A. Performance<br />August 26th – San Francisco Performance<br />August 29th to September 7th – Burning Man<br />Early September – Portland, Oregon<br />September 26th – Big Sur Performance<br /><br />For updates & revisions : <br />www.fairytaleexperiment.blogspot.com<br /><br />*********<br /><br />We also have a Wish List:<br />-- camping stove<br />-- musical instruments {ukulele?}<br />-- another tent<br />-- small generator {we could bring it to the playa for you!}<br />-- bungee chords<br />-- sound system {esp. good speakers}<br />-- acrylic and fabric paint & enamel paint<br />-- mats {esp. vinyl}<br />-- spare car battery<br />-- water cooler {minimum size 10 gallon}<br />-- camping shower<br />-- megaphone<br />-- glitter<br /><br />If you have any of these items to spare please contact us, we would be happy to fly by and pick them up! Contact : misscspot@gmail.com<br /><br />*********<br /><br />Follow our adventures! <br />Read the blog… Join our mailing list for updates, stories and new videos! <br />www.fairytaleexperiment.blogspot.com<br /><br />Keep in touch… We shall miss you all… Write to us… <br />Fairytale.experiment@gmail.com<br /><br />And keep NYC Magical Real!!!<br /><br />Yana & Charlotte & the Fairytale Experiment<br />{ James Avatar, Erin Belanger, Mary Baulaurier, Meredith Claire, Duncan Elder, Charlotte Gaspard, Susan Gittens, Naomi Kaufman, Mahayana Landowne, Rose Robin, L.A. Rucker, Wanda Ruggiero, Anna Sobel, Luisa Quintavalle }<br /><br />*********Miss C. Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004633396617078759noreply@blogger.com0