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Saturday, July 18, 1998
Columbia, Maryland
9:00am
I took one step out of the bus and knew I was in venue heaven. Our caravan
was parked under a row of trees at the top of one of the rolling hills
leading to the side gates. And although everything under my feet was green
and everything above my head was blue, the most beautiful part of it all
was the cool, crisp air. Miraculously, the humidity had lifted overnight
as someone in the heavens granted us the most perfect summer day. Thank you
Columbia!!
11:00am
I am discovering that it's nearly impossible to be alone while here and
nearly impossible to find a moment's peace to reflect on the day, the
performances or the place. The tour is in perpetual motion, a whirling
dervish of activity all day, every day. Tonight we get to stay at a hotel
since there will be another show tomorrow and I'm looking forward to
sleeping on a bed that isn't rolling over the bumps and turning at every
curve.
4:30pm
Standing barefoot and braless in her white tank top, and cut-offs, Holly
McNarland took that B Stage microphone, pulled it right up to her mouth and
screamed to the audience, "Where do you fit in?" over and over. She's
definitely one of the most in-your-face performers I've seen thus far at
Lilith. When she belted out to the audience, she'd been thinking of "a
thousand ways to kill you," I don't think she's kidding around.
5:30pm
We interviewed Love Riot, a local band from Baltimore. They were happy to
talk with us, but as we wrapped things up, they asked if they could
interview US because THEY had some questions for the media. It was pretty
funny and I was definitely taken aback, but honestly, I wound up liking the
whole question/answer thing. Maybe I'll ask more performers to interview
us....
7:00pm
I saw one of the most moving exhibits I'd seen in some time. It's called
the D.C. Clothesline Project. Strung up between trees were different
colored t-shirts with messages painted on them from women who had been
victims of domestic violence, rape, incest and sexual abuse. The messages
ranged from the details of their abuse to "You can not hurt me again!" to
children's descriptions of their mother's pain and suffering. It was
heart-wrenching.
We were supposed to do an interview, but I was so choked up I couldn't
compose myself enough to ask anyone a question. After a bit, I went up to
another woman to get her reactions on it, only to find that behind her
sunglasses she was crying too.
1:30am
On a lighter note, I've just returned from a party at the hotel the crew is
staying at. One of the Lilith Center workers was spinning tunes all night
as most of us took part in the cash bar and danced the night away. It was
refreshing to hear some different music and to chill out for awhile. We
took a cab back to our lovely hotel (it is nice and I have my very own
room!) and I'm looking forward to a nice hot shower and sleeping on a huge
stationary bed.
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