The first five minutes of Five Days in March reminded me of the first five days or so of the one-plus quarters of Japanese I took in undergrad. Which is to say, I felt completely disoriented and out of my element. I was trying to simultaneously read the supertitles and watch the story being told in the quiet physicality that was unfolding on stage, at every moment convinced that one was making me miss out on the other.

I pretty much always go see OTB shows with my sweetheart, who I'll call A.   After shows, A and I generally have a pretty vibrant conversation about our first thoughts.   I thought I'd try to capture at least part of that conversation for this post. Me:   I really would have liked that show when I was 20. A: Why is that? Me:   I don't know... It's just what I was into then. A:   Yes that makes sense.   You like putting every day in art whereas I like putting the art in every day.

The Saturday night performance of chelfitsch's Five Days in March is currently sold out, so what should you be doing if you didn't score tickets for that night? SEE LISTEN TASTE FEEL Our friends at Henry Art Gallery are throwing an amazing party. Tickets are $100 and include a lot of goodies: -site specific soundscapes by Zeke Keeble -live music from Orkestar Zirkonium -rare soul and Motown-favorites spun by Emerald City Soul -cocktails