Your post did serve a purpose in having me examine my reaction to the word “hippie”. In fact, I do fit a lot of the definition: I believe in free & honest love, living as naturally as possible, equality – and I firmly believe I can change the world. I do hate tie dye and bell bottoms, and I bathe on a daily basis though. 🙂
It seems it’s like the word “feminist” (a title I do claim) – a descriptor that has come to have some negative connotations so it is shied away from. Food for thought. Thanks for that.
]]>But please don’t condemn the work on stage on account of my blog ramblings. Every word in #legacy is written by the performers–my role is as a curator, director, and arranger of their work. I think you’d be surprised how much of it might speak to you, and how little of my cynicism seeps through.
]]>The post made me consider how often I downgrade the importance of my experiences in the arts. Perhaps it’s the Canadian in me trying not to be boastful. Or maybe it’s the self-doubting artist in me trying to downplay the importance/value of my shows so I’m not devastated when nobody comes or likes them, or Glenn Sumi walks out of them or whatever. Even posting this comment is making me queasy. Perhaps I’m worried to say something too bold and have it online forever. And ever. Amen.
But I want to thank-you for choosing a show name that led you down this particular spiral. It makes me think a lot about my own legacy as an artist, a human being, a spectator/audience member, as well as my own #legacy online.
It also makes me grateful that there are no pictures on the internet of me as a cheerleader in Grade 9. That is not a #legacy I wish to lay claim to.
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