Saturday, September 18, 2004
An Open Letter to David Eckard.
Don't let this go to your head or anything, but you are one of the very most interesting artist/performers in Portland.
That said, I'm getting a little irritated with you.
Last week I stumbled on you by the NW Park Blocks elephant as you were finishing your speech to attendant random street folk.
Today I apparently just missed you performing outside the Winningstad while I was inside watching NWNW.
I know you gave me the postcard, but really, I can't chase you all over town...it's so vague. What the hell is "various downtown civic spaces?" It's not like I don't get out. It's not like I don't get around. It's not like I'm not trying.
And I'm starting to feel a little bit like last year when you were supposedly locked in a room at the Modern Zoo, but we couldn't see you, and the next day I swear I saw you in the Pearl.
There's only One More Day. Someone who shall remain nameless gave me your cell phone number when she was in a Really Good Mood at Machineworks last night. I could call, but how would that help the rest of the hapless chasing your ass around Portland?
I don't like to be pinned down any more than the next guy. And maybe it's part of the piece that it must be stumbled upon and not "attended." But I have Expectations. Please post expected coordinates (longitude and latitude) for at least three specific performance times within the next 24 hours ASAP. Or email me.
I mean it.
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