Endgame

One of the more surreal hours at Boskone was a children's concert given by the Midnight Belles to three undead rubber garbage cans.  Inverted, they moved snailwise round and round each other, spirally; they bounded, wilder than dervishes, louder than drums; they wobbled, ranted, spun, and rolled; now and then, a pair of pale small arms (Beckettically emerging from the depths) would conduct the music.  [info] negothick   and [info] teenybuffalo   sang on undaunted, rather splendidly.

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Published on February 20, 2011 17:24
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