Twitch Libretto Act One Part Two

Clemicus (Gary Bear) with the Pod[ti_audio name="Twitch Act One Part Two"] 5. NEWS BROADCAST I (Marchand) John Paul Marchand - voice;  Eric Johnson - radio effects Tucson AM radio reporter Burt Bland reports a strange facial twitch thtat begins to affect a large portion of the population in the southwest United States. Twitch and her earth pod enter this dimension in Bisbee, Arizona (a small rustice twon in the southseastern part of the state).  A wandering and homelss mistrel named Cemicus is sleeping in a man-made wash when Twitch's earth pod arrives.  The noise of the interdimensional entrance awakens him.  Clemicus is wide eyed and open jawed, as the magical green pod plies over him.  The pod lands farther down in the fully.  He is strangely aware of what the pod is and where it came from.  Clemicus apporaches the object with much excitement and joy... Suddenly among the smoke and cosmic goo, a hand bursts forth out of the green shell, reaching out and feeling our dimension for the very first time.  Clemicus hears Twitch's name inside his mind and he knows he is now witnessing the rebirth of what once was a nature spirit.  He observes the marking of a new time - he falls witness to the rebirth of Twitch! He helps her out of the gooey pod and gives her  his tattered raincoast...Twitch now looks fully human and for the first time feels hunger. Twitch exiting the Pod6. SONG FOR CLEMICUS (Marchand, Bear) Gary Bear - guitar, vocals; Eric Johnson - percussion Clemicus: Twitch, Twitch Twitch - I can hear it in my brain.  Though your lips do not move, I know I'm not insane.  I can feel it!  I know it! I sense it in every pore!  You are just like me! I am just like you!  Like me, like you - just like me! You have entered this dream like I did so long ago, a spirit of the Earth.  You once were, now a bi-organic machine.  Oh Twitch, what an amazing reality it can be! Tell me why, tell me why - why have your chosen to swim within the Intellectual Stew? My name is Clemicus, I fellin in love from afar, gave up my wings for a woman that did not accept my offereing of love.  So I learned to play the guitar, became a minstrel for the Earth.  It is well that I came this far! Sing my songs of protest, sing for the Earth, song for the Mother Earth!  Can you help me help them listen to the words - oh Twitch! You still have such magic left in you.  Help me, Twitch! They are taking this illusion far to far, far far far - taking this illusion far too far. Twitch walks to Tucson   As he runs away, he yells to Twitch to head north to the city of Tucson and that their paths will cross again.  After being picked up by a young hipster in an old van, Twitch finds herself (a fews hours later) in downtown Tucson, on Stone Avenue, ouside the public library.  She is exhausted and scared.  The sign of a glowing blue pot, (that only she can see), tells her in rhyme to follow it inside the library...Once inside the main lobby, a strange woman approaches her, pretending to a librarian. Twitch's keen intuition informs her she is something more...The woman magically transports our heroine to the third floor of the library and reappears to Twitch in her rather cosmic and provocative dress that is much more in the style of Agent #9 of the Intellectual Stew. Agent #9 (Bryna Gallagher)7. IT HAS SUCH A STRONG APPEAL (Marchand, Johnson) Performed by Sun Zoom Spark with Bryna Gallagher; Bryna Gallagher - vocals; Eric Johnson - bass, synthesizer, guitar; Bryan Kohl - drums; Jessica Shuman - vocals; Rey Tester - vocals Agent # 9, standing on a table with Merlin playing slide guitar. Agent #9: Twitch, what you feeling, feeling right now?  It has such a strong appeal.  This new way of seeing, its truly a brand new world. You choose here, what a strange thing indeed!  You perceive as you like it and the questions how they grow!  Like the largest Oak that has ever been, the wonders - how they rise!  Freedoms of a kind that lift your spirit, yet strangely at the same time are heavy with the weight they bring and often - BREAK YOUR STRIDE! Twitch, do you like him?  And all that he has to offer...he is just another dance.  He is neither your enemy nor your friend...he is just another dance.  Do you feel seduced or entranced? Earth Mother knew of this challenge, well before this time.  Remember your mission, amidst your confusion.  Remember what you came here to do.  It has such a strong appeal.   Twitch swimming in the Intellectual Stew8.  INTELLECTUAL STEW (Marchand, Johnson) Performed by Sun Zoom Spark; Eric Johnson - guitar, vocals, synthesizer; Bryan Kohl - drums; Jessica Shuman - vocals; Sara Clarke - vocals Merlin (with megaphone), Morgaine and Chorus (enchanted librarians) keeping tabs on Twitch. Merlin: What is it, this new perceptual glaze?  What is it this new migrational phase?  Twitch, what has happened to you? Morgaine and Chorus: You have been on the path of the heart.  Speaking to the two-leggeds through feeling and emotion.  Now see a mind that is being born.  Twitch, welcome to the new world with so many doors! Merlin: Welcome to the Intellectual Stew!  Discover all of his abstractions, his dualistic songs, his poetry and his rhymes, his justice and his crimes! Morgaine and Chorus: Welcome to his power to create! Welcome to his power to destroy!  Welcome to his genius, to his delusions and his strain, welcome to his need to conquer and to understand!  Welcome to the Intellectual Stew! Mr. Is (Mat Bevel aka Ned Shaper)Twitch stumbles out of the library building.  She once again sees the blue glowing pot hovering in the air, almost dead center in the court yard.  An increasing beat is suddenly heard within the mind, along with strange flute sounds.  She begins to feel dizzy. The pot is now directly in front of her face, tilting downward.  She has this uncontrollable urge to gaze inside the pot.  She suddenly finds herself sliding down (at horrendous speed) a strange and magical portal of some kind.  All kinds of knowledge and scientific data, poetry, philosophy, and multitudes of thought from every different age of human experience fills her mind - to extremes of both rapture and agony.  With the quick repetitive thumping sound returning for just an instant, she finds herself sitting on a slanted, beautifully painted platform with wings.  The pot now floating directly above her head; the cosmic cookware lowers slowly on her head.  She finds herself looking straight into the eyes of chaos, straight into the  of Mr. Is - the INTELLECTUAL STEW himself! Mr. Is (Mat Bevel aka Ned Shaper)9. THE INTELLECTUAL PLANE (Shaper, Johnson) Performed by Mat Bevel and Sun Zoom Spark; Mat Bevel - vocals; Eric Johnson - samples, bass, percussion, flute, drums Mr. Is: Reward me with punishment, punish me with honor.  Blessed if I touch others, cursed if I touch myself.  I am Mr. IS of the Intellectual Plane, a squadron of solo intellectuals.  Allow me a dash of poetic disharge.  The rule of the mule is the ass will pass, the only plane this plane will go.  I have been looking for ways to touch myself for years.  Talk to yourself.  There are infinte ways to pass the days.  We just don't think that way any more.  Why?  Why, I have a B.S. Degree.  And why should I look for a line to explain that I have been given a shrine to maintain?  See what happens when you don't put things where they belong?  The absurdly token spoken word, profoundly absurd.  Don't get caught up in the characters.  Storytellers can venture solo for they live to tell the story.  Got to be a poet that delivers and then that was my assessment.  I was talking bad karma with a pigeon.  I have heard the insinuations before nothing but a fart.  There is much to be said and not many to say it.  Spirituality excites the spiritual like, "Jesus is fine but just for a time."  Word logic has the initial objection of interest.  Please who make clocks in the spare time suffer from disabled ability disability of substance.  Another...happy...thought....

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