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Saturday, September 18, 2004

Patron Saint 



You probably didn't know this, but Lou Reed is the Grand Marshall of the Parade of this year's TBA.

Witness:
Edouard Lock's Amelia
Composer David Lang repurposes lyrics from five of Lou Reed's Velvet Underground songs for his score for (ethereal/crystalline) voice, violin, cello, piano. I'm Waiting for My Man, All Tomorrow's Parties, Heroin, and I forget.

Sekou Sundiata
past heroin* addiction leading to kidney failure and Blessing the Boats.

Linda Austin's Boris & Natasha Dancers
Linda uses score of I Will Be Your Mirror and Femme Fatale for the two pieces of her three male non-dancers at the Variety Show.

"shaved his legs and then he was a she"
a. Minh Tran as Lady Ho
b. that sweet transvestite in a black suit and pink satin toe shoes showing how it's done in Amelia

And, um the first half hour of today's NWNW that made a person wish she wasn't very very afraid of needles.

*Heroin
I don't know just where I'm goingBut I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can'cause it makes me feel like I'm a manWhen I put a spike into my veinAnd I tell you things aren't quite the sameWhen I'm rushing on my runAnd I feel just like Jesus' sonAnd I guess that I just don't knowAnd I guess that I just don't knowI have made the big decisionI'm gonna try to nullify my life'cause when the blood begins to flowWhen it shoots up the dropper's neckWhen I'm closing in on deathYou can't help me now, you guysAnd all you sweet girls with all your sweet talkYou can all go take a walkAnd I guess I just don't knowAnd I guess that I just don't knowI wish that I was born a thousand years agoI wish that I'd sailed the darkened seasOn a great big clipper shipGoing from this land here to thatIn a sailor's suit and capAway from the big cityWhere a man cannot be freeOf all the evils of this townAnd of himself and those aroundOh, and I guess that I just don't knowOh, and I guess that I just don't knowHeroin, be the death of meHeroin, it's my wife and it's my lifeBecause a mainline in my vein leads to a center in my headAnd then I'm better off than deadBecause when the smack begins to flowI really don't care anymoreAbout all the Jim-Jims in this townAnd all the politicians making crazy soundsAnd everybody putting everybody else downAnd all the dead bodies piled up in mounds'cause when the smack begins to flowAnd I really don't care anymoreAh, when that heroin is in my bloodAnd the blood is in my headThen I thank God that I'm as good as deadAnd thank your God that I'm not awareAnd thank God that I just don't careAnd I guess that I just don't knowOh, and I guess that I just don't know

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