Just before I dropped off the face of the Blog-o-sphere (are we still calling it that anymore?), as you may recall, the maiden voyage of the Bröthership was nearly upon us. We worked well into the night before Artscape 2010, and our labors were well received.
i bought two bottles of Andre that day… one for us, one for the car.
After melting faces in Baltimore with an impromptu flaming-air-guitar performance (now a mainstay for all our performances), we were invited down to DC for the H-Street art festival AND interviewed for an article in (Baltimore’s division of) Style Magazine about that state of opera in Baltimore (four professional opera companies and us… I don’t think the magazine has any editors).
For those of you who weren’t there in person or are not members of That Social Networking Site that everyone with a Face loves, you can poke around the B.R.O.S.’ Flickr page, or watch a few videos of our shenanigans here, here, here, aaaand here.
business as usual
a closer look at Death’s cleaver-bass in the studio.
this is the reason i do these things.
We spent a good deal of time posting links to this stuff as it was happening, so for those of you who saw all of this already and are bored of it, well… too bad. I’m proud to say I’m a member of this crew and boast about our accomplishments. I get a lot more satisfaction saying I make weaponized air-guitars and six-armed monster puppets for a local rock-theater company than saying I wait tables and pour coffee four days a week.
A related story, thought not during the summer; Every year, in September, the Baltimore City Paper puts out an issue with it’s favorite _______s of the year (restaurants, bands, bars, political figures, laundromats, etc). We didn’t win anything. Not a damn thing. Not even a mention, even after making the front page for Gründle Hämmer (version 1). Still, we made our presence known.
There’s a section towards the end of the voting ballot (for the reader’s choice half of the awards) that asks why City Paper should invite the voter to the party they throw for the winners. My write in was “If invited, I will come fully dressed as a minotaur with a beautiful girl on my arm”. And they bought it.
‘fuck a recession! fuck an environment! let’s custom print our invitations on cork coasters!’
CP didn’t print the second half of my answer, but I made good on my promise, and Rachel looked damn good helping me do it. i even managed to get a tux together that same day for under $30 (Greenmount Ave FTW!!!)
I’m in love.
This winter, the B.R.O.S. will be diving into the foul, foul depths and inner workings of an old Baltimore theater that hasn’t seen the light of day for many years, hopefully in time for our next show, a double feature, in the spring. Lots of work ahead of us. Lots of seats to repair. Lots of floors to bleach. Lots of beer to drink. Let us rock.