Without Bodies: SF

Performing live without being allowed to look at the audience that you're performing for is a heck of a lot harder than you might think. Sure, normally when you're up on stage with the lights shining in your eyes, you don't see much more than blurs and maybe a few rows in the front anyway, but that's totally different than being forced to basically black out everything. And it's not like they could just put up a large one-way mirror or something for us, oh, no. They wanted to smell our sweat and hear the little rasps in our breath and effeng our ooblong or whatever that last bit they said was. I just hope it doesn’t mean they were secretly drinking our blood or something, because who knows with these guys? And that's the whole point, isn’t it? That nobody knows? So we went up there in sunglasses that were like the kind that really blind guys wear, ones that blocked out everything all around the edges. Except--and here's the thing--I had such a damned hard time playing drums without being able to see what I was doing that I talked our agent and the politicians and all into agreeing that if I just got a certain frequency of light to show through the glasses, and I painted my drums so they'd glow like that if we used the right stage lights, it should be okay, because it's not like I'd be able to see anything except a rough outline of where my drums were. Except.


Inspiration: Scarlett Johansson talking about playing a character without a body, plus a photo of musicians playing with their hands over their eyes: http://www.flickr.com/photos/soviette/10980108605/
Story potential: Low
Notes: Meh.