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HERE/NOW exists to increase and diffuse knowledge
involving the intersection of Dance and Music.

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SEATING: 730-8pm
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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Installment 5 (6/19/10)

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Pictured above standing (l to r) are Jessica Jobaris, Allie Hankins, Christian Swenson, Steve Barsotti, Karl Scheer, Trey Gunn, Beth Fleenor and Samantha Boshnack and sitting (l to r) are Shannon Kay Stewart, Elia R. Mrak Blumberg, Pablo Cornejo, Wade Madsen, Scott Davis, Briana Jones, Paul Kikuchi and Paurl Walsh.


Before the Belltown neighborhood's 1st Ave micro-district finalized its plans to design and construct an underground tunnel forever easing the already frictionless passageway between it and the Eastside (open on Friday and Saturday evenings only, of course), before the Crocodile ceased its questionably epic campaign to accumulate enough dust to rival the Southern Plains of Oklahoma in the late 1930s, before the smoking ban saw the city's tobacco addicts inhaled and exhaled out of nighttime establishments perfectly mirroring the physical choreography of the habit itself, before the Seattle Art Museum felt it necessary to not only store a handful of sculptures outside but call it a "sculpture park" and in a what-the-hell's-the-point-then move insist they not be touched by anyone, before all this and more there was a gorgeously dilapidated faux gold wristwatch of a bar called the Rendezvous. With its sublimely tattered surfaces, classier than classy early bird clientele and historically active vintage screening room cum nano-theater hosting all variety of music, theater and other live performances it gave all those looking for a salty experience a wide-armed welcome mat of a home. The theater, known as the Jewelbox, had little to no efficient ventilation, and considering that a smoldering cigarette ash could always be counted on to be no more than two people away from you at every given moment, there was little you could do except realize that at some point in the past you had made a decision. And that decision, harboring more wisdom than you could have ever guessed possible, quietly revolved around spending a portion of your evening inside the belly of the Rendezvous: a tiny space unofficially yet distinctly dedicated to the art of making it through an event spiritually intact and consequently, not unlike those whose shoulders rub against one another during the abysmal stresses of gun-to-gun war, an admirable sense of camaraderie is forged between friends and strangers alike. Yeah, the Jewelbox was warm. ("Man, it's really warm in here." "Really? You don't say?") Yeah, there was likely more breathable oxygen inside a bright red helium balloon, but that was almost what made that place as incredibly engaging and alive as it was. It could be argued that with a certain degree of heightened physical discomfort came the cosmic balance reward of heightened spiritual syncopation. This is how it felt anyway. This is how I remember that place.

This latest installment pushed its way into the night in a similar fashion. It was warm. It was filled to the seams with so many engaging and talented people, participants and audience members alike. And it had that rarest of things in the Pacific Northwest: the urgent feeling that at any moment something sincerely bold was about to happen and to blink just might be the most foolish thing one could do. And I'm not going to lie, I could feel my heart swelling with an acute waterfall of pride. Had we somehow created what the old Jewelbox had so charmingly managed to create? If so, on a purely socio-cultural level, things are headed in a very righteous direction, I thought to myself in between fade-in's and fade-out's. A very righteous direction indeed.


The evening's duets in chronological order:

1. Scott Davis (D) + Samantha Boshnack (M)
2. Elia R. Mrak Blumberg (D) + Briana Jones (M)
3. Jessica Jobaris (D) + Paul Kikuchi (M)
4. Shannon Kay Stewart (D) + Paurl Walsh (M)


5. Christian Swenson (D) + Trey Gunn (M)
6. Wade Madsen (D) + Karl Scheer (M)
7. Allie Hankins (D) + Steve Barsotti (M)
8. Pablo Cornejo (D) + Beth Fleenor (M)

If you attended this installment take a minute and share your thoughts. What did you feel was the most engaging moment of the evening? Whose duet resonated with you the most? How did you hear about HERE/NOW and why did you feel as if you wanted to attend? Were you familiar with any of the participants? Did the evening serve as a catalyst for discussion amongst friends?