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Well, artAngels threw a huge launch party Wednesday night at the SOMARTS Cultural Center in SF to announce their existence. I wish I could say something about it but I can't, as I got tired of waiting in the very long line. But I gave it a shot though. I waited and tried mingling with the crowd but most didn't seem interested in the performing arts. I guess they were there to have a good time. More than a few didn't even have an invitation. Who can blame them though? They heard about this amazing party with cool performances and couldn't resist crashing it.<P>So, I called my favorite dance critic and asked her what to do. I told her I had already made up my mind to leave, as I wasn't in the mood for a crowded party in a tight space. I had asked earlier to speak to someone with artAngels -- anyone really -- just to say "hi and bye" but got no where with the bouncers at the door. No matter how I phrased my question or what I said, I got the same very focused response:<P>"We were told not to let anyone in until someone leaves."<BR>"No, I'm not interested in going in. I would just like to talk to Cate or someone."<BR>"We were told not to let anyone in until someone leaves."<P>After listening to my report about the bouncers, my favorite dance critic declared, "That's stupid! You're a potential angel." Indeed I had come to see how I could help and how much of my resources, both financially and human, I should bring to bear for this organization. My heart sank. How many people I saw in the crowd were angels being turned away and turned off? Not just from artAngels but from artists altogether? <P>After receiving encouragement from my favorite dance critic to leave the overflowing gathering, I got back into my car and called my favorite Artistic Director, of a prominent ballet company. "You didn't get in at all?" she exclaimed. "No," I responded, "the wait was incredibly long." I was glad she had decided not to go. It would not have been good for her to have been seen standing in line outside of what was amounting to a club scene.<P>Next in line of people I had to call was a fellow potential angel, whom I thought would have been an ideal match for this organization. Fortunately, he didn't ask about the party, for my account of the evening would not have sat well with him. Ignorance is bliss they say. Still, my conscience may yet get the better of me; perhaps I may some time come clean with him and help him focus his philanthropy in a more effective way.<P>Having yet one more call -- what would have been my last of the evening -- to make, I found I didn't really want to recount my evening's experience. So, I sent an email message instead, to my other favorite Artistic Director, of a modern dance company that recently received special recognition in a national dance monthly. Being a member of her board of directors, it was my duty to report to her any potential angels that her company could benefit from. Not really having anything to say, I wrote, "There are much better ways to develop funding than this."<P>The night however was not entirely a loss for me, in spite of the ten-dollar parking fee. A performance group whose Advisory Board I serve was one of several that entertained the lucky people who did manage to get past the bouncers. Surely that will get them some exposure and make my work easier in helping them develop their board... Or will it?<P>Now, I have to think about my resource allocation. Hmm, how much does this group deserve?<p>[This message has been edited by Azlan (edited March 29, 2001).]
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