I think this is my first experience typing on a bus. Certainly the first time I’ve used my Powerbook on public transportation. We just passed exit 220 in Indiana. My ETA in Chicago is about 2 hours away.
I gotta say, I’m diggin the bus so far, at least the Megabus. Well, it was late this morning, whch was no good and worrisome, but now that I’m on it – wow. It’s so easy. It’s even a lot easier than being a passenger with one of my friends driving. In that case, you’re still worried about the driver, making sure (s)he’s doing okay. You make a lot of conversation, try to stay active and make the most of the time with your buddy. No worries about that here. Just sit back, zone-out, read, iPod, whatever. No obligations. You do what you like and time passes you by. I read 30 pages in The Intuitionist and then slept the rest of the way to Indy. It took no more effort than driving to Dublin. Easy, quick. We even skipped the rest stop on the way to Indy to make up for the bus being late. It was great.
Also, when you’re in a car your contact with the road itself is farily intimate. You feel every bump, every nook and cranny. Even if you’re not driving, you’re pretty aware of traffic, passing lanes, annoying drivers. Driving conditions. Now, I’m not saying the road isn’t still bumpy. I’m feeling it even moreso than last time becuase I’m way in the back of the bus. But, it doesn’t take any concentration on my part to ride. I’m way above the road, it’s just a rolling room as far as I’m concerned.
My one complaint is that these seats aren’t too comfortable. My back is killing me. But, it’d be just as bad if I were in our car and I wouldn’t be so otherwise accomodated. So … a worth-while trade-off, almost.
Right, so … I’m Chicago this weekend mainly for the Hip Hop Theatre Festival. I’m very, very excited. Incidentally, I’ll be covering the festival events in details elsewhere. So, you can read about that at the HHTHQ if you like.
I’m seen two of these performers (Will Power, Bamuthi) before, and have been really, really impressed with their work. Will Power’s doing an excerpt from the show I’ve seen, and Bamuthi’s doing a piece of something new. Those exceprts are tonight, along with a performance by Danny Hoch, who’s pretty much the founder of the Hip-Hop Theatre movement (if it is a movement). I’m not sure what he’ll be doing, but I’m excited.
Tomorrow night is the Rubberbandance group, and some local Hip Hop Theatre companies performing. I guess it’s more excerpts. Cool. I know very little about any of the performers. I need to try to read more online or in the Chicago papers, to get some context.
Saturday is the night for Hop Fu. Hop Fu is a pair of DJs who will mix and scratch music together with the soundtrack of (what I assume will be) a kung-fu film, live on stage. They’ve gotten rave reviews for their past shows. Interestingly enough, though it’s definitely some kind of performance, and definitely hip hop, I’m curious to see if it’ll be something I can really consider theatre. Hmmmmmm ….
Well, we’re at the Gary East tollbooth. I’ve eaten up a full-hour typing and playing with the mintue details of the look of this page, which really looks just like every other page I make, except off-white. Anyway …
I see horribly dirty smoke-stacks, a sure sign we’re getting near. Should be just another over hour now, unless the Megabus website listed only Eastern times, in which case we’re only 15 minutes away. As I recall, I think this every time I go to Chicago, as soon as the air looks polluted and we’e in a semi-urban landscape I feel like Chicago must be right around the corner. This area has signage that makes it seems like we’er coming up on downtown. I’m seeing trains all over, trucks parked on every exit ramp, a building that looks just like Worthington Industries. According to a sign we just passed, Chicago is 28 miles away. Wow? Is that to the city-center? I wonder. Maybe we’re going to be early. I wonder if we skipped another rest stop. There was a 30 stop scheduled on the way to Indy, and that’s about a 3 hour drive, so I imagine there must have been one scheduled between Indy and Chicago. We must have skipped it. Awesome.
So … this is getting kind of stream-of-consciousness now, straight from my brain to the keyboard, so I think I’ll spare you and do something else.
When I get off the bus I’ll be at Union Station, which is almost in the loop, I believe, it’s about 8×6 blocks to the Goodman, where Michael (Herring) is working. I guess he’s going to give me a key to his place. I’ll go there and drop-off my bag, maybe change clothes and then meet him for dinner neat the Museum of Contemporary Art, where all the performances are.
I feel a bit of pressure on this weekend. I’ve imagined myself getting off the bus and thinking, “Home.” I wonder if that’ll happen. What if it doesn’t feel like home? What if I suddenly hate Chicago? What if I decide Chicago is just NYC for wimps? What if I miss Central Park? What if there’s nowhere I want to live? What if? What if? What if I change my mind?
I gotta remember, “It’s all gonna be okay.”