girls of all ages. 3-4 year olds playing mice. the stage darkened then one little girl in a very cute white mouse costume with tail and ears ran across the  stage. then another and another but one at a time then they  flowed on to the  stage until there was 9 of them. they were doing a very simple step but to be 3-4 years old and on stage it was good and it was to the music. the other age  groups seemed to be middle (8-15 teens) and then the older more experienced  dancers who did the more serious moves.

very very pleasant to watch.  to see humans in rhytmic synchronized motion to music.

the dancers also moved in patterns that gave off an illusion.  i was tickled more than once. 

graceful female form to music soft gestures, smooth

ballet may be better if viewed from a distance. definitely liked seeing the  whole stage. being far enough back to see groups of dancers move as one. had row r but the theatre is real cozy, not small but not big so r was relatively close, had aisle seat left. opening night.   

this performance seemed to focus more on dancing and fundamentals.  the set was a lot less fancy and there were less scenery changes than the performance by ballet pacifica. also pacifica's performance was more "fun." but what they lacked in theatrics they made up for with dance. fluidity, gracefulness, and pure athletic ability...

slender and graceful russian girls  flowing with a live classical orchestra...

the queen of the mice was my favorite, natalia korneeva. her  movements had a slight "drag" which was ever so slightly sensual. her part had a lot of "flying" and her being held high by a group  of mice men while she stretched her body gracefully into artistic  posses. i love the female form and to see this cute russian girl move her body with the music while being carried across the stage was very very goood. curved arms, feet and hands flowing gently... 

i found that the "single ticket law" may work too well. there is such a thing as being too close. i could have gotten a row 4 ticket but passed for row m dead center. i think it was a  good choice. i could see the movement of the stage as a whole. and wasnt close enough to see the realities of the performance (bad make-up, torn clothing, sweat, etc). could have used some binoculars to see deeply in the performers eyes to see their expressions though...

i saw andy garcia on the way in. we made eye contact. then during intermission while walking up the aisle he tripped over foot. he said "excuse me man" in a voice that sounded genuine and cool (not fake). he touched my back as i said "no problem." i had peeped him coming up the aisle and knew it was him so all this happened without any eye contact. for some reason when i get close to "big stars" or whatever, im not aggressive. i kinda let them bring it to me. though i usually slightly  impressed i never fall allover them. in fact, i ignore them. (i do the same with the pretty pretty girls too). 

we were like the 2nd people in the lot so we parked relatively close to some poeple who set up a big steeler sign and a cool xmas tree. people had their stuff set up so nice  it was like "displays" of food and steeler stuff all over...

we had a kitchen so we (jesse) cooked breakfast- eggs and salmon croquettes.  got my plate and was steeping out the rv as these brothas bumpin funky music pulled up right beside the rv. the windows were down so i stepped off the rv like i was comimg to meet them. i said what up to airbody in the ride, spun around so they could see the p-funk on my back and the party was on. they bumped the beat for the next 4 hours while folx grilled drank and vibed

so much steeler gear everywhere!!

seemed like more steeler fans in the stadium  i was walking around asking (screaming) "who's house is this?" this stadium was steeler home this day...

i wore myself out like a little kid. during the 2 and 3 quarters of the game i just sat and watched, i was wore out!

at the tailgate party, brothers was just vibin and groovin together it was cool to groove mid tempo with other brothers.  it was good to see brothers "dancin" with other brothers.  there were no sistas, only white & hispanic girls.... 

after the game i was groovin when me and another homey got in rhythm. then some other brothers started doing a little vibe step thang and we were all on the same grooove. we werent in a line or nothing, we were scattered randomly but  all tight on that same groove, same bounce. it was good. most of the white white people had left, but some of them saw how we do it. how black folx flow. how urban ethnic brothas listen to semi hardcore rap could be friendly and outgoing. this was a  good group, everyone was pleasant, clean cut and mannerly. lots of food

good mix of people. those white white bred pittsburghers side by side brothers from the hood bumpin semi-hardcore rap. music was good to vibe and dance too snoop, xhibit, etc--

everybody drinking and grilling and eating, a very very good party

in the rv we had a tv so we could watch the baltimore game and pitt needed baltimore to win. so we were one of the only sources of updates for the game. i would go out and announce score changes. baltimore got a safety so i went out and did the PFUNK1 version of a referees saftey call, dancin all the while. it was cool cause people would see me coming  and knew it was a scoring update. then i could see the information  being passed thru the parking lot

lots of folx were in and out of our rv we had a bathroom so all the girls stopped by

i felt really good, really relaxed, my vibe was on full

lot of people calling "p-funk" got to the point i got use to folx in the crowd calling me as i drifted around...

my vibe confidence was at its highest. i walked thru the crowd and was able to let anyone i wanted feel me. folx was calling me "p-funk" and i would gesture or walk big or do a little dance. one dude called me from like 200 feet away and we vibed and clowned all the way over the crowd as  they watched...  

got to the point i was all vibed out. so much stimulaion that it became a non novelty. i was able to "drift" with so much vibe energy around me. get lost in it. just be silly and relaxed with gaurd down just floating with all this potiential vibe energy around me. i knew that if i walked  10 feet someone would call "p-funk!" i knew someone would vibe me. i knew i was "on display" so i walked and waded in it...the energy was tangible cause i knew could influence it very easily.

i had a ticket that was damn near on the 50yrd line but so low you couldnt see the field cause the  steeler players on the sideline and bench were in the way. it was cool to see them that close.

it was cool to see kordell's reaction after he threw an interception. how he came to the bench and sat off by hisself and had what seemed to be a "hat boy" standing by him holding a baseball cap if he needed it after taking his helmet off. nobody talked to him for awhile.

i was able to see kordells demeanor as he talked to other players. he seemed instructive. never mad or cussing. mostly smiling, very easy going. didnt seem shy or nervous. didnt seem to get mad and blame anybody. he just seemed instructive kinda

i saw the reaction of the defense as it had to go back on the field after a turnover.

saw shelly from clancys, she looked good met a guy who told me he had been to my website hung out with old clancys buddy and his girl

lots of compliments on my jesters hat and my santa claus hat, jersey too. you see lots of steeler jerseys with the popular player's numbers (10, 99, 95, 58) but my jerseys are unique (personalized P FUNK 1)  and rare (o'donnells 14)

it got to the point where it was hard to describe the feeling. i felt really good. i had a surreal time. i danced all day long. the good feeling lasted so long at such a high level i became numb to it. euphoria, nirvana, whatever you want to call it. it is intense at times, but the time in which it lasts is probably the most incerdible. 

i really enjoyed dancing all day. chillin in the rv for a bit then just stepping outside and dancing. 

being with all the steeler fans, so many people with a common love. all dressed similarily. so much energy from so many focused on one thing. all of the black and gold, all of the terrible towels. 

there were no black females at the tailgate party, lots of white and some hispanic. the only noticable black female showing was what seemed  to be family of joey porter. a number of black female  wearing his jersey number inside the stadium. 

the museum is relatively small and VERY dark. it is set up in kinda a maze with no set path to walk thru, though things are organized in sections. there are displays and booths using video and 3-d glasses for effect. there are numerous phones that play recordings of information about each display. deep concepts are displayed  in an almost eerie setting and the effect is very  very deep.  

i am happy when i learn something new. i get excited when i learn a new concept and i learned at least one thing for sure at this place. it was a concept by geoffrey sonnabend called the "obliscence: theories of forgetting and the problem of matter." it was so good i bought the $2 handout. roughly what i got from it is that the  past does not exist. it is something that we create(d)  in our minds. memory is an illusion. he used a "cone of  memory" by which all living beings experiences experience.

this cone intersects with the "plane of experience" at different angles to produce different kinds of memories. memories with varying signifigance, memories that last longer than others.

another thinker in the museum was athanasius kircher's "the world is bound by secret knots." as best as i can remember, he believed everything in the universe works together and is joined together by magnetism. i also learned (or realized the degree of) that all learning was controlled by religion at one time. to go to a school of learning you had to be a jesuit priest and be accepted. you had to pledge allegiance to god and the sect and they greatly influenced knowlege, science and fact. realizing this was kinda deep...  

when i get there the will call girl (she was cute) couldnt find my ticket cause it was listed as jeffery  with no last name. so i asked her what day it was and she said 12th. i said, ooooooops. my ticket  was for the 13th. so i hit the bathroom and planned how i would comeback tomorrow. but before i left i checked my cell phone and it said jan 13. (and yes, my life is so good i forget what day it is alot) so i go back and show her the phone and she goes, ooooooops- then i see my name on the list at  the top cause its listed without a last name...

the harriet & charles luckman fine arts complex is hard to find in the dark. but when i did i found a  very cozy modern place. a slightly sterile modern style using cloth tones. very comfortable though. there were lots of empty seats upfront and i ended up sitting row 2 a little close to the midddle.

whats cool about this stuff is the ethnicity of it. it was like ghetto ballet. it had that flare and groove  that black folx have but is definitley based inside a western civilization fine art. the dancers are have  a groove. sometimes the dance moves were multiple simple movements to complicated rhythms. sometimes they were complicated dips and turns as a group all on the same beat. groups of dancers  would groove to different rhythms of the music on different parts of the stage. so it was like seeing  music. it flowed like ballet but with a funky step. 

the dancers also had body: legs, calf muscles and booty. the girls were built solid and had attitude  in their form. the first set was done to upbeat jazz music. it was playful and full of energy. it had a  lot of movement and rhythm. a large number of dancers on stage at one time or another groovin.  it had lots of positive energetic motion  they did 4 sets with a pause between 1 and 3 and an  intermisson after the 2nd. 

during the intermission a nearby gallery had a showing of technical drawings, video displays, pictures  and models of different parts of los angeles. very detailed stuff showing streets, buildings and terrain. it was very entertaining and informnative.

the 2nd set had a serious tone. it was 6 dancers; 3 male and 3 female at a high school dance. the music  was motown- supremes and stuff. they danced a story showing boy-girl interaction at a dance and  then the boys rape a girl. they danced the emotion of that event... 

the 3rd set was a solo performance of a warrior doing an ostrich dance. it was good and powerful.  watching this man move moved me. his gracefulness and the fact i could feel him so deeply almost  brought joyful tears to my eyes. i also realized how beautiful the black male body is. it may be the  most beautiful of the males on this planet. the proportions of leg length to torso length. the lines,  curves, angles and definitions are different than any other race. even the white couple behind me  commented on how beautiful his body was. and his movements were so spiritually deep... 

and ofcourse i had a favorite, she looked puerto rican or something and she had soft colored but powerful thys and bulging calves. i noticed her in set 1 and she was also in set 2... 

i was very impressed by this art form and will definitley be seeking it in the future...

the game i should have played all along was 25 cent video poker. at a layover in the vegas airport  a guy playing next to me hit for a grand. he hit a royal flush. thats when it hit me that my strategy  was wrong. a royal flush on a 5 coin bet ($1.25) pays $1000. (a grand is "alot" to me right now  and $1.25 is nothing. so the payout and price per bet is perfect for my current economic standing).  jacks or better gets your money back so you dont loose anything and get another shot at the royal.  so if you are dealt facecards, aces or 10s of the same suit you keep them to go for the royal flush.  and since you're keeping facecards you have a chance for jacks are better also to get your bet  back. ofcourse, if ya get dealt 3 of a kind or a possibility for a straight, you go for the payout and  skip shooting for the royal. i never knew this and my strategy was to go for jacks or better by keeping  only one face card or any pairs...

i am a people watcher so after i tired of gaming (got broke)  i just sat for an hour while mom and sis  continued to gamble. i love people, ok i love girls. i study people, ok i study girls. i watch there  mannnerisms. i see their curves and shapes. i notice angles and slopes of their faces. i see the lines  of their hair. i look at girls cause i love them and i study them so i can draw them. sitting there i  wished i had paper and pencil to draw but was too lazy to hunt them down.

i noticed the people out there are different than the skinny, beautiful, squeaky clean shaven manicured pretty people of westside LA and santa monica. the girls here were heavier, much more hips. more  "plain" looking. i feel much more attractive in this crowd and a lot less fat. i like hips and a big butt  always catches my eye so i enjoyed looking and being looked at...

overall the museum leans towards the modern and there were some works that helped me better  appreciate modern and contemporary art. more and more im starting to like it cause it uses modern  media to communicate- video, lights, modern photography, etc...two galleries were closed so the  lady gave me a free pass to come back feb 3 when they opened.

the cool thing about museums is when i can be there alone and i love that. i was able to walk  completely undisturbed and really concentrate on what i was seeing- (i love flying solo) when i  can do that i can open up and be more sensitive to the works. 

ocma has two sites, the main one above and one in the south coast plaza which is right across from  the performing arts center i was going to. the coast plaza site is one room with a gift shop attached  and the exhibiton was by women artists. it was cool and i saw pieces that i liked, and some i didnt. 

before the concert they had a 1 hour preview of the concert that night. i think it was  done by the same guy who does the sunday concerts that i go to at lacma on the radio.  he explained the history of bethoveen and strauss and it was cool...

there seemed like over 100 musicians in the orchestra. lots of violins and only one drummer.  i found this interesting considering most popular music is drum driven. there even was a guy who stood there very attentively for 10 minutes just to clash the hand cymbols once.

the whole thing is very very regimented and formal. almost too formal. there is also a lot of  formality in the performance. everything is strictly organized. the way the musicians come on  the stage. how the guy who was was obvisously second in command would standup then the  orchestra would tune-up. then the conductor would come on stage. very, very formal.

i also wonder about the condutor leading the orchestra. it seems his commands are one beat  (or sumn) before the notes are played. so you see him actually give a expressive command  and hear it played a split second later. most of the musicians didnt look at him at all except for the cymbol guy who watched very attentively for his split second performance. 

they did two "sets." the first was bethoven's 8th. it was kinda dry, almost boring. the second  was strauss and this boys stuff moved. in the preview before and in the program it explains  what the different parts represented. one part portrayed him (the hero). another was his wife. another the "oppressive" critics of the time. one was the "war" or struggle between he and the  critics and so-on.

the sounds of the music express feeling and even describe the characters it portrays. like his  wife's piece was soft strings playing a light melody. but it had some clashing hard notes to say  that she could be abrasive or demanding. 

the music could show strength, sorrow, love and triumphant victory. i always knew music  conveyed emotion so when i was told what the parts represented it became very clear. i then  understood that music of that time told different stories. like of comedy or of love. it could be  political and make very bold statements about the current events of the time. (remember there was no tv, radio or much else)

you can say alot of things about life behind the orange curtain, but them white white folx down  there love and do their art right. the orange county center for the performing arts is a huge  beautiful structure. very modern with sharp lines and fairly subtle futuristic colors. a good  portion of the evening is to enjoy the magnifigance of the building you are in and i did. coool thing i noticed abou this building is that everything is not symetrical. there is a beautiful sculpture in the front using wires and shapes with sharp corners that looks like an eagle flying,  but in a very abstract way. this piece was not centered or did not appear to be in the traditional middle of the building. also the balconys inside were not "straight." the left balcony shot out  over maybe 40% the orchestra seating and the right side was set back. i guess there were no  true squares or rectangles in the place. very few 90 degree angles. my ticket was free thru  ticketclub.com

the big big big thing about this concert was the characteristics of the demographics of  this crowd. it was all white- maybe 2 other black folx out of maybe 1500. i had been here for funkadelic so i was suprised to see seats all the way up to the stage. usually  there is a pit to dance and stuff, but they had seats so tightly packed up there it looked hard to walk thru...

the crowd was a mix of white country and white pop folx. a coulple of warm up bands  played and their music had good movement. dave mason played a blue-eyed soulful music that leaned heavily towards blues. the sound system and music sounded good.

as these groups played i stood and looked back over the crowd. hardly any movement!!!  very, very, very few heads bobbing or dancing or anything!! i was amazed. the music was moving, it had groove and this huge group of people just sat there. they were paying  attention cause you could see them sitting up and looking straight ahead. but no body  movement to the music!!!! i was so amazed that i studied what i saw. it was amazing!!!

dancing for me comes from the inside out. an energy or spirit in me forces my body to  move. this is why i dance sometimes without any music (more than once white person has asked me "what music are you dancing to?" and were really trying to know how i  danced without music "he has his own music"). 

so it is hard for me (especially lately since im so happy) to sit still when there is music on.  anykind of music. hell, even if a car engine knocks at a steady rate i will dance. 

now i know this aint my neighborhood. i know this aint my house and these white folx  (or any folx) is drinking. so im smart enough not to antagonize nothing. i know a lot of  these guys who dont dance brought women who would watch me curiously as i moved  to the music. and once i lock into a groove that movement would become very sensual. being watched when im groovin like that is a thrill, and its a special added thrill when its  another man's woman and i look back and see her looking at me and him looking at her. thats when i shoot that quick eye contact and smile and do a little sum sum extra for 'em.  and that little extra comes from inside because of the energy i get from the attention.

anywayz, it was like i gave respect to the home team by not showing off and being  careful not to do this or antagonize nobody who might be drunk. like i said, these folx  was drinking... 

but when dave mason started groovin it was tough. i didnt stand up but i chair danced my  ass off. the band was movin and mr mason did a guitar solo that was hittin. i felt the energy inside me build up, but i had to hold it. forcing myself to sit increased the intensity  of it all. i had my eyes closed and focused on that energy. i let the energy's intensity go all  thru my body. i deliberatly focused to amplify it. at one point i knew i could maintain  enough concentration to make myself cry, literally. i could bring the excitement type energy up in me to the point it makes my eyes water. the feeling that deep love brings. like seeing your kids do something that your so proud of. or feeling intense joy.

i knew that even in my chair i was jammin my ass off. i knew i was moving sensually  and i knew i was being watched though i never checked, i knew. knowing this adds to  the energy.

i really want to interview some white people about how and what they feel when they  hear music. is it like the connection from their emotions or something got disconnected from their physical and they can feel something but not the desire to move? could it be  something in the nervous system?

this non dancing thing is cut so sharply on racial lines that to think that the races are the  same cant be true. maybe even to say the "races" are different species or breeds. the  differences are so great that it is obvious that there is something majorly different between  different colors of people. way beyond socializtion or cultural- geneticly and inherently  different. and if ya know me, this is the stuff that moves me...

the range of volume and tone. the tight harmonies. at times it was body tingling.  a couple times they did very deep harmony that faded to such a smooth soft and quiet whisper that it gave me chills-

of all my experiences in orange county as of late, i have been one of very few black  people. but this night i was the only one. this was VERY conservative and older  crowd of about 500. i may have been the only male wearing an earring. 

so it was not surprising that the jokes were so conservative that they were remedial  at times. the lack of aggressiveness in the humor kinda irritated me at first. (irritated  may be a strong word, but something like that). the "show" part of the ensembles performance was good though and they had jokes that were CA specific. like one  was saying in england the weather was bad and they were glad to be here in CA,  "even without electricity."

they also made comment about seeing on tv how the orange county coastline is a well  kept secret. that i had to agree with. earlier that day driving laguna canyon rd and PCH  i was struck by its beauty. it was just plain absolutley goregous. i was literally stunned by the beauty of the landscape...

one thing about this performance got me. i was knda put back by how much comedy  and gimmicks were used. these men had harmony and talent so rich it was spiritual. i wanted to ask them if they ever sang serious and deeply spiritual music. they had  the talent to deeply move people but they kept the evening mostly light. most songs  dealt with the infidelity of sailors or scorned lovers, but they were kept very light  hearted. kinda like cirque du soliel- disgusing a deeply spiritual message in a circus  that is easy to market to a public that doesnt necessarily wanna deal with the deeper  issues of life on a night out. or will spend money on a ticket; business, profitability...

but considering how small this ultra conservative crowd was and the fact there was  no real music, i did see some head-bobs and physical movement to the music...