The Tickler took me to see "Koyaanisqatsi" with the Philip Glass Ensemble performing the score live at Benaroya Hall here in Seattle. In brief: recommended!

Our seats were at the back near an aisle, so we got to see a lot of the crowd as they entered. It was more of a fashion show than you'd expect from Seattle. These symphony goers, who I assume tend toward the het and normie if nerdy, put an awful lot of local gay bars to shame in terms of style.

But! The actual music! I'd seen "Koyaanisqatsi", gosh, how long ago? I'm not completely sure it was even this century, and it was only once. But I remembered liking it, which was one reason why I said yes to the Tickler. Hearing it live in a symphony hall with a mighty sound system and perfect acoustics, well, "mind-blowing" doesn't really do it justice.

For those who don't know, "Koyaanisqatsi" is a "documentary without words", i.e. an art film, released in 1982 about modern life and its excesses. The name is Hopi for, among other things, "crazy life". The soundtrack is by big deal Philip Glass, and fits the material uncannily well with its repetitive, minimalist style.

I like to think my mother would have approved. I mean, it was a symphony concert, even if Glass wasn't her jam. I'm not even sure she was familiar with him. I'd love to call her and talk about it, but that hasn't been an option for a while now.

Bonus: I ran into gfish on the train home! Yeah, he was there for the concert too, natch. I hadn't seen him in years, but he gave me reason to believe that I may be seeing more of the Agorans in the next few months. May, he was careful to emphasize.

I went to the leather dyke munch at CC's yesterday evening, and discovered that it wasn't officially happening. CC's was hosting a private event whose theme was Studio 54.

But! Not to be deterred, organizatrices B&A had set up an unofficial munch in an out-of-the-way part of the bar. There were no bootblacks, to the disappointment of two of us with scuffed boots including me. Nevertheless, there was queer & kinky conversation be had, and meeting of peeps. Rather good, even if once again I was way older than nearly everyone there. (If I remember correctly B is 12 years younger than I am, and they're the next oldest.)

Oh: apparently the Cuff may be a once and future leather bar. Its takeover by twinks or A-gays may have been temporary; I didn't quite follow everything that was going on.

I shall definitely return next month! With scuffed boots. Meanwhile, I await the arrival of the Tickler.