Saturday, January 29, 2011
cloudy skies in Vancouver
Running around with a company of 7 dancers has been glorious and exhausting. I spend 6 hours a day working on stuff for back home, and the rest of the time here on whatever it is we are doing (a show called 'relay'). I can't really see my way through to the end of anything right now, but that feels very Vancouver to me. Which is where I am, at least for another day.
My mind is constantly returning to our next show in Toronto, Nohayquiensepa. And to home, to my mom, to my lover, to my cat... I guess that's part of the gift of touring: appreciating everything that is beyond you but part of you.
I will miss the food, and how people just blurt out what's on their mind on the bus. Mind you, the #20 bus between the hotel and the theatre runs along East Hastings, right through some rough neighbourhoods, so that might be part of it. For instance: a guy starts telling me (after failing to sell me his wet gobby dube) about how well he's doing in business. I ask him what his business is. He shows me his fancy watch, and says he installs windows. Someone half way up the bus turns his head and says "I love windows!"