Occasionally, when he lets them, vivid, filmic memories of Mr. Brown's youth in Woodmere, N.Y., can crowd his consciousness.
It's time for the consciousness crowd to come out and recognize themselves as The New Mainstream.
Until now, the consciousness crowd has kept themselves in the closet.
You don't have to know the properties of crystals or see aura colors to be part of The Consciousness Crowd.
Let's be clear: The New Mainstream "consciousness crowd" is not just another name for New Age, Cultural Creatives, Liberals, or Mindfulness.
The HBO and Comedy Central vet's stream-of-consciousness crowd work and unconventionally assailing persona are already intense in shorter sets as a Comedy Store regular or soundstage warm-up on the likes of @Midnight and Chelsea Lately.
To judge from what was seen or, in the absence of stage lighting and machinery, otherwise gleaned, the platform will gradually move to the front of the stage, and the players (including Mr. Finckel) will rise while still playing, seeming to crowd right onto listeners' consciousness.
It seems immense, too big to disappear, and nearly crowds everything else from consciousness.
Among the many oblique fears that float in and out of daily consciousness – of crowds, phone calls and, in my case, vague elevator-dread – there is one, perhaps, that unites us: the fear of public nakedness.
This assumption that crowds have some non-fragmented consciousness leads us to the false dichotomy we draw between physical and virtual crowds: one is dumb, the other is smart.
