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I think his dog is looking at him from the stairs...
Walked in the park the other day when a group of 5 leash-free dogs converged on each other and a fountain. The owner of a giant dog that was marked like a tortoise-hair cat) noted her dog was used as a temperament checker, and it did seem wholly unconcerned to any dogs that got testy around it. A small woman had a rottie pit-bull mix, he only got testy when all the new dogs converged at once and a tiny english terrier got bitchy about it. Yes, we're vicarious dog owners. I've sworn off pet ownership until I can let them out a back door to pee.
Watched http://www.ilyaimy.com/ last night in old-town Bowie - Janna knows the members of the band, and has a Kiwi story with them. I was impressed with the bone-playing percussionist at a party a while back - he was more in the background when the group came together. They were all very talented - not only with their principle instrument, but each played 2-4 apiece during this short show. Dood was maniacal with the guitar - never settled for anything like a bar chord and just hit notes at will up and down the arm. The female singer showed a great deal of passion in everything from her singing to thumping on animal skin drums (she also played guitar, but what she played was more akin to the complexity of a complex guitar rock song at fm radio caliber). Our bone-playing friend was more in the background than at the party I heard him play at (he never donned a guitar last night) but the bass player swapped out to the keyboards for a tad. He also made funny faces at the singers when they talked...
It was really nice watching them - they didn't really have so much of an audience as a bunch of friends. Ages ranged from waist-high to gray; there was no cover, and it seemed like everyone knew or was related to the band. I don't think they had any illusion about making money at their venture, but their instrumentation was far above anything I hear on the radio. Oh, and they were SUPER NERDY! Lyrics covered the usual suspects sure, but also dove into chromatin religion and muad'ib. They noted that with everyone in the band in a happy relationship they were facing a songwriter's nightmare...
Reminds me that the best way to deal with the issue of popular suckage playing to the lowest common denominator is to show appreciation to those that rise above it. You're not going to make folk singers into millionaires, but perhaps it'll make the difference between whether after the cube farm days they return to watch tv or play at a local bar. I've preached this but not practiced it for a bit. I'm planning on seeing them again, yup.
I think his dog is looking at him from the stairs...
Walked in the park the other day when a group of 5 leash-free dogs converged on each other and a fountain. The owner of a giant dog that was marked like a tortoise-hair cat) noted her dog was used as a temperament checker, and it did seem wholly unconcerned to any dogs that got testy around it. A small woman had a rottie pit-bull mix, he only got testy when all the new dogs converged at once and a tiny english terrier got bitchy about it. Yes, we're vicarious dog owners. I've sworn off pet ownership until I can let them out a back door to pee.
Watched http://www.ilyaimy.com/ last night in old-town Bowie - Janna knows the members of the band, and has a Kiwi story with them. I was impressed with the bone-playing percussionist at a party a while back - he was more in the background when the group came together. They were all very talented - not only with their principle instrument, but each played 2-4 apiece during this short show. Dood was maniacal with the guitar - never settled for anything like a bar chord and just hit notes at will up and down the arm. The female singer showed a great deal of passion in everything from her singing to thumping on animal skin drums (she also played guitar, but what she played was more akin to the complexity of a complex guitar rock song at fm radio caliber). Our bone-playing friend was more in the background than at the party I heard him play at (he never donned a guitar last night) but the bass player swapped out to the keyboards for a tad. He also made funny faces at the singers when they talked...
It was really nice watching them - they didn't really have so much of an audience as a bunch of friends. Ages ranged from waist-high to gray; there was no cover, and it seemed like everyone knew or was related to the band. I don't think they had any illusion about making money at their venture, but their instrumentation was far above anything I hear on the radio. Oh, and they were SUPER NERDY! Lyrics covered the usual suspects sure, but also dove into chromatin religion and muad'ib. They noted that with everyone in the band in a happy relationship they were facing a songwriter's nightmare...
Reminds me that the best way to deal with the issue of popular suckage playing to the lowest common denominator is to show appreciation to those that rise above it. You're not going to make folk singers into millionaires, but perhaps it'll make the difference between whether after the cube farm days they return to watch tv or play at a local bar. I've preached this but not practiced it for a bit. I'm planning on seeing them again, yup.
