Ban called me up late Thursday afternoon to tell me he had scored 95 dollar box seats for that night at the Hollywood Bowl to see Philip Glass--for FREE! We canceled our artmaking plans and set out.
Surreal. Koyaanisqatsi was projected while Philip Glass played the score with his ensemble. For more than two hours, we were transfixed. It was one of those moments I knew I was would hold close later on, thinking about Los Angeles and luck.
We knew we couldn't go straight home after the concert. My brain was too foamy, too overwhelmed with a potential heady meltdown. We went to the revolving lounge at the top of the Bonadventure downtown and sucked down one Christmas colored drink a piece.