Friday, June 29, 2018

Filthy

spoke card by Claudia
As the Buddha reminds us, life is suffering, and the source of that suffering is desire; we are liberated from suffering by the cessation of desire, which we achieve by following the Eightfold Path of right intention, conduct, livelihood, and so on.

Sure, that’s one way to do it.

But you can also overcome the inescapable pain of all existence by riding bikes in a group of more-or-less formally dressed miscreants, ingesting and quaffing a variety of mood-altering ingestables and quaffables,  and then dancing in a public park to the absolutely magical sounds of Seattle’s primary all women and non-binary street band, the inestimable Filthy Femcorps, whose sonic stylings inspire even the most buttoned-up of high-school guidance counselors and D&D role-playing nerds to get up offa their things and shake some booty or other relevant body parts.

“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood,” goes that old self-help chestnut, but more to the point, it’s also clearly never too late to have an awesome high-school prom, courtesy of the aforementioned all women and non-binary street band, led by their tireless musical director and tenor saxophone goddess on the eve of the anniversary of her birth.

I guess one of the downsides of being so damn entertaining is that you end up being the entertainment for your very own parties, but that hardly seemed to put a damper on things and even led to an encore much to the delight of the assembled and somewhat disassembled, as well.

I had a hard time understanding what all the rush was by those pedaling in the front of the pack on the way there and it confused me that the guest of honor was getting dropped, but what the hell, it all worked out in the end and, in fact, was kind of delightful to see the sprinters come rolling into the park just in time for the show to begin.

Suffering overcome, liberation attained, Filthy Femcorps, huzzah!

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