I’ve been busking around the Puget Sound for the past several weeks, to a generally positive result (one eviction after a too-sexually explicit show, a few cop calls, several accusations of “pervert,” an overall outpouring of support, especially among other performers) but the most common response I’ve been getting is confusion around genre, category, and intention. Surely these are items I work actively to blur, but for those in want of guidance or interested in offering suggestion (and I’d love to hear whatever names you proffer for the work), here’s a carrot to gnaw.
In Pike Place Market a couple weeks back, an outraged vendor brandishing his membership card in the American Puppetry Association approached me the other day declaring “this is NOT a puppet show!” How Elegant! How Intelligent! Last night my cousin and I had a disagreement as to whether a spectator (or can we consider vocal audience members as active narrators? I hope so…) we had overheard was saying that what he was watching served to elevate Seattle to “Real City” (e.g. New York?) status, or set it apart as a Surreal Dream-Land. Could be both, though I’d be ashamed to be considered a catalyst for either.



















































