Saw fantastic play last night called Leo, by Rosa Laborde, at the Firehall. So well written, and so well performed. Italians playing Chileans in Chinatown. It's about the fall of Alende and the rise of Pinochet in Chile, and about a trio of young people falling in and out of love and getting it on with each other. Emotionally engaging to the point that the end is a kind of torture in itself. Definetly a piece that brings the pain of a political persiod back to life for a moment. The weight behind what Pinochet did to that country flickered on stage for a moment in that last scene.
Also, in part because of this exersize, listened to Patrick Watson's album all the way through today on my run. So beautiful. It won the Polaris Prize this year, and deservedly so.
Also, in part because of this exersize, listened to Patrick Watson's album all the way through today on my run. So beautiful. It won the Polaris Prize this year, and deservedly so.
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