Ending radio silence...

The holiday insanity is upon us, and I'm finally finding a moment to get back to my little corner of the internets.

So.

I'm gonna be in New York thru Christmas, then heading down to Charlottesville on the 27th. Will be in town thru January 12th or so, working on various projects and being my usual ne'er-do-well self.

On December 29th, we're throwing our annual pre-new-year's Hot Hot Dance Party. (Location TBA.)

January 5th, I'm DJing at Live Arts for a big-ass volunteer appreciation / year in review shindig. It's free, and it's a great space and great people.

January 12th, "Thom Pain" opens at Live Arts. I'm designing the lights and sound, and it will be awesome. Great show, great director, and my first work designing at Live Arts since I moved out of Chville.

There's more stuff afoot too, but I'll get to that later.

-PAR

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Anonymous said…

Hi Patrick
Just found you thanks to google. It's Sarah Owen, daughter of John Owen. You and I've both been fortunate enough to call live arts a home away from home since way back. It's time to open the old space back up. I'm part of a small group of old timers throwing a private new years eve dance party in charlottesville at the old theater. Gabe's crew is busy fixing it up and we're hoping it will be ready for our guests by the 31st. I see that you will be in town for the holidays. Do you have any interest in participating in this event. We're looking for a DJ. Any thoughts? sarah@owenportfolio.com

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