29 –  chorus: Fashion Show

Director speaks: “pulse first—the room must be airy with as high a ceiling as possible—looking up into a high ceiling is like looking up the skirt of an impossibly beautiful model —it’s only natural”

establish beat—”are you press, or VIP?”—”the bar is open for one hour, then it’s cash”—”the show starts at 10:30″—”would you like an hors d’oeuvre—it’s made with a slice of gruyere cheese, horseradish mayo, rare roast beef, topped with coriander and drizzle of sesame seed oil”—”I mean it has been consuming her for the past two months, and look at her, it’s as if she just stepped off the cruise ship”

layer techno with reggae, layer with salsa, layer with R&B, layer with brujo, layer with pixie dust, layer with tartan kilts, layer with heavy drum beat, killer snare riff, machine drum cymbal sizzle, layer with silver and electric sparkles

make conversation impossible—people will only talk louder and enjoy themselves more

models and strippers are mirror images of each other—strippers mock women for wanting to be like them and dare men to want them—models mock men for wanting them—and dare women to want to be like them

light show—”great flowers of psychedelic colour and grainy films of hand-painted animation cut with 60’s big pulsing blobs of feeling and grooviness and vibe”

stitch, cut, patch, flock, vent, dart, seam, cuff, inlay, embroider, pleat, gather, silhouette, shape, flatter, form, mold, compress, emphasize, bold, slit, hem, hike, ruffle, v-neck, t-neck, scoop top, décolletage

the rush—”I’d wear that”—”the designer is daring us to re-think fashion”—”I’d look good in that”—”You wouldn’t get me into that in a thousand years”—”it’s an entirely new look for her!”—”I want one of those”—”the clothes are for sale—not the models, dear”—”it’s the season — wear what you dare”

the designer feted, applauded, ovationed, bouqueted, listened to rapturously, shouted and praised, the runway is empty, everyone turns to the exit, leaving behind strangers, beautiful vagabonds and the media, who will party all night long

and say it was a great show, the best, ever

30 – thief song: Before The Dawn

and now it is early in the morning and there is no one but me and the raccoons

you should love me because what I steal is what you can afford to lose

you should learn to love the thrill of ravishment because someone is always going to take it away from you so you better get used to it

you better get used to it because I am on the prowl in the silver moon light and I am accompanied by my legions of mice and rats and skunks and coyotes and wild dogs and raccoons and big black fucking bears—I’ve seen them—greasy grotesque figures squeezing their way out of sewer grates—at first I thought they were giant plastic rats—but they’re for real—you never know what you will find until you live through each hour of a single day—

I’m a thief, not a bank

I steal but only the city keeps it all

city has all it takes, all it needs

I’m just getting a little bit for me

city understands—maybe you don’t

quite rightly—I visited you this nightly