Pond

[ateolf]

After work, I met Mary Beth up at the Park. We went over to the pond and there was some jagoff in fuckin' waders fishing in the middle of it (the pond with "no fishing" "no swimming" signs and all that). We avoided that area and went down to the other end to just sit. A group of ducks flew down right next to us. I noticed that one of them stumbled when he landed. Then I saw that he was limping and keeping his weight off one foot. He didn't seem to be in a bad way otherwise. He was still able to get around and I'm hoping he heals up well soon. Courtney recently asked me about a description or bio for the scrap metal orchestra, which is not something I really thought about because it's something that didn't exist before and was just made up for this live score. But I threw something together at night:

The Memphis Concrète Scrap Metal Orchestra is an elite unit of cyborgs sent to us from the year 2070. Their purpose is unclear, their intentions are unknown. Upon arrival in our current timeline, they contacted the authorities at the Memphis Concrète Electronic Music Festival demanding a cache of inert matter: petrochemical oil, clothing, and metal. Their only other demand was a platform to deliver a message. On Thursday June 5th this message will be delivered at the Crosstown Theater. Whether this is a message of peace, hope, or something more sinister...only time will tell. The one thing for certain is they are not going back.