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Tuesday, March 18th, 2008
Blogs | Artistic Liberties
Redmoon Theatre and Boneyard Prayer
My roommate’s grandfather died. My best friend’s mother is in a coma and going for a second surgery. and one of the dearest people to me is losing his mother.
My heart feels heavy and I can’t breathe. And I can’t find a reason to justify me pushing go on the next light cue.
Everyone has found a reason to cry during this show. Today as Kasey sung the prologue i could not stop crying. I ran out of theater. I ran and stopped to breathe as the panic took over.
Memory is a long train
And soon its gonna be gone
All hallow’s eve
And its time.
A hundred ways you know you’re home
Five thousand nights you’ve been away
A train stops
On a cold October day
“lyrics by Seth Bockley, music by Charles Kim from Boneyard Prayer at redmoon theater”
At the end of this song, Kasey kisses the baby and places it in a grave and then puts a hand full of dirt into the grave.
Every image and memory of someone’s death comes back.
Uncle James. Uncle Robert Lee. Uncle Jack. Uncle John Henry. Aunt Minnie. James Pyles.
Today, I hate the dirt. Too many people I love call it home.