RIP performers.net

[Isabella]

I read about every other day. When there's a discussion I have something to contribute to, I respond Yes, it's quieter here than it used to be, but there's so much wonderful information in the archives, I'd hate to see it cease to exist.

I'm going to make a point of mentioning the board to performers I meet all summer.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

I wonder if there is a middle ground, Jim. Is there a way to scale it back a little and archive it onto wordpress or something like that, or am I talking gibberish? The tumbleweeds blowing through here would bother me a lot more if I was the one shelling out the rent.

[martin ewen]

I've used the search to go back some ways however there was a version of Pnet [or maybe even 2] prior to this one and a great deal of the 'history' took place on those servers and I unless they were archived are lost.[I'd love access to 'the early years'] So in terms of data history this site has a few years of good material with robust social perculations then it slimmed down bigtime socially.
One business plan might be that those interested give Jim some token to collectively upkeep at least the library. Gigs in and out does serve a purpose I guess. Socially it's survived because of a nucleus of smartasses set a tone. Qualified smartasses, kind but unfair, massively witty motherfuckers.

There used to be an informal quality control aspect wherein even psychiatric visitors were welcomed then used for common entertainment purposes.

The best I could do is visit once a week and abuse some random individual until the place forms a shape again.

[Peter]

Martin, that description is SO TRUE and accurate of PNet. We gotta get back there again. Remember Rumplestilskin, whatever happened to him.

Peter

[martin ewen]

To be honest after Butterfly died I felt I had no-one left to write for. Sorry if that's disrespectful but he was my secret audience. The alpha writer of 'how it is/was' that I kept in my head while i wrote stuff here in an attempt to have him shake his head and go 'Damn'.

It's coming up to a year now, every time I visited, and i visited as much as I could and was there at the end, I'd ring and say 'I'm coming' and he'd say 'Why?' and I'd say, 'Because I'm your friend Robert.' and I was, I made him laugh every day until 3 days before the end. I may have been his friend but I never told him the real answer to his question which was. "Because you're saving my life Robert."

It might have been two days, I'll never know if he got the last joke,it was bumbling and instinctive and a mistake, like all my best work. It was the last day he could walk and I helped him into the bathroom, he didn't need to go but when every time you walk could be the last time you walk I guess it doesn't matter where you're headed.

He sat on the closed toilet seat and held his head in his hands and just quietly said "Help me...please help me."
I crouched down to comfort him and my knee ended up on his right foot.
He made a small noise, an exasperated grunt of pain.
I said, "You're welcome Robert" and got him up and back to a bed he only ever stood up against once more.

badoom kish.

[Gregory Rush]

I feel ya there

[Evan Young]

I recently dug up an old thread on here and used it to build a new street amp, so that's cool.

[MagiCol]

Martin, I don't know if you get the magicians' magazine called "Magic", a monthly publication. Gazzo - a street performer - tells a story involving Butterfly Man. It's on page 64 of Magic 2002. email me and I'll send you a copy of that page - colinschwamm at ihug dot co dot nz