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The plot of our first adventure featured people cheating on each other, or trying to.  Some young teenaged boy reading a letter of his rude feelings to a grown-ass woman. The woman disrobes him, dresses him in drag, disrobes him again. Her husband knocks, so the teenager jumps out a window.
Here is the link of the teenager singing about his gross teenage feelings https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfxiEhFust4
The role of the teenaged boy is traditionally played by a woman, for the higher voice and smaller size. But at first I thought Mozart was very progressive and that it was a woman that kept sneaking in to women's rooms and professing her feelings.
I accept that Mozart is a genius after seeing "The Marriage of Figaro"

On Sunday, Grace, her mom, a friend and I saw Patti Smith talk about her new book.


Patti Smith is such a fan of all these other musicians and poets that it was weird to hear her talk of her fandom of Bob Dylan and Rimbaud to a room full people who styled their lives in part due to her. She also talked of her love and life with late husband "Fred Sonic Smith". I guess she calls him that because that is his name. But I thought she would just call him Fred eventually.  The average audience members were older women who looked like they were ready to rumble, in edgy t-shirts. Of the few males, half were actually women, upon closer inspection. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it was more the style back then, for the women to look masculine and the men to look feminine and I'm ready for that style to come back.  She indulged us with a few songs. Her son playing guitar (well).
There was bad breath coming from somewhere and when she sang her hit. "Because the night" I found out it was from the super fan behind me. He sang along with gusto.
https://youtu.be/WDQeyDE3dcI
During the question and answer session,  a young woman told Patti Smith she inspired her to leave everything and go into art, yet the art world is eating her alive.
Patti responded incredulously, "I inspired you to leave everything?" Then she said "If you want to make money, go into commercial art. If you need to do art to say something, you Will suffer for your art."
When she said, "one last question", some lady yelled that she has a present for her and ran up with a plastic bag. Patti opened the bag and announced that it was her things which were stolen from her at her rock show in Chicago in 1978. She went through the contents and said it was a t-shirt she wore for the cover of Rolling Stone  http://www.cdandlp.com/en/patti-smith/magazine-usa-.-rolling-stone-.-n-270-..-patti-smith-cover-.-olivia-newton-john-../magazine/r114105045/ and in which she met Bob Dylan. And a headband that her late brother gave her after wearing it to see Hendrix. Then, she cried. I shed a tear to my own embarrassment. The audience was up and arms and yelling "How did she get this stuff?" They were ready to avenge Patti.  Patti said she didn't care. 

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