9:06 a.m. - 2006-03-23
man, that pork/noodle thing Drew makes ROCKS!
Okay, enough with the fancy-pants cat pictures. Time to shift the focus back to ME. Let the cats start their own damn blog if they want all the attention.
Anyhow, getting back to ME and MY activities: Yeah, I've been doing stuff! There's so much going on lately, I don't even know where to begin. Unlike a certain cat I could name, I've been way too busy to put on a tie and pose for pictures. Silly, vain creatures, with their carnivore brutishness and showy fur. Why, they couldn't write their own blog even if they had the fingers to type it, what with their poor spelling and minimal powers of rhetoric! But guess who CAN write a blog? ME! That's ME:1, cats:0. In your face, felines!
With that (necessary) unpleasantness out of the way, here are some of the things I got to do this past week:
**Pick through the lost and found at the High Noon Saloon. It's amazing the things drunk people will forget at a bar during winter: gloves, scarves, hats, leather jackets, even the occasional shoe.
**My first ever background music job playing solo theremin. For a reception following the groundbreaking for the Troy Gardens project, run by a foundation or something that develops affordable housing and such. Bob, who's involved with them, asked me to do it. The people seemed nice and it was a pretty low-key affair. It was in a banquet room of a dank supper club kind of place, the sort of place where the age of the patrons averages around a hundred-fifty-six years old and the Packers and Tommy Thompson are as gods. Not that I'm ageist or anything, but I tend to perceive a little weird parochial hostility when I happen into this sort of environment. It's like wandering into a bar in a very small town where everybody knows each other but they don't know YOU, and they don't trust strangers or go out of their way to make them feel particularly welcome. You know, like in Easy Rider or something.
**Kia and I got to be yelled at by theater people. The theater people live in a whole different world, where circumstances combine with type A tendencies to promote loud outbursts and create interpersonal frictions. When we tried to set up our stuff in the Capital Theater Wednesday (for Walmartopia) it was very arduous, as none of the tech people had had enough time to set everything up and there was a lot of scurrying about and not enough light and once we were all set up we were told we would have to move, then that we wouldn't have to move, but to stand by just in case. Later the band had to sit on stage, ready to play, while tech people ran through about twelve days of lighting cues. This caused some of us to become bored and cranky. At one point we got yelled at in a really shrill way by the director or lighting guy or someone for playing. After which we hung around for another hour, not playing, before someone said we could go home. After that, we played three shows during the weekend, and it was a pretty good time.
**Oh, and I got to play some vibes solos on someone's record, a singer named Alison who I hadn't met before. This was a challenge, because there were two solo parts, each of them sixteen measures. Sixteen measures isn't really enough time to start from nothing and build to something, as is my wont. In sixteen measures, you have to get into something kind of quick, otherwise you're just treading water. It was challenging. Alison seemed pretty happy with how it turned out, and was very easy to work with.
**And finally, I picked a font for my cd graphics: futura light. Font of tomorrow...TODAY!
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