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mellotron_breakfast) wrote2010-04-02 10:29 pm
mellotron_breakfast) wrote2010-04-02 10:29 pm
A true recap, performed for its own sake
Thursday night was in some ways embarrassing but overall one of the best times I've had in a long time. Once again, I've seen all of these bands at least once* but it's the other people there who make or break the time.
The Elephant's Child
I have photos from the sound booth, mostly the view and antiquated equipment (when your CD player looks like one of the first ever invented, except it's "Mk II"...), on my new cell phone but have yet to try to download them to any computer.
Play number one was about nuts destined to become trees, and also featured four squirrels with gang bandanas on their tails to look like hip hop artists, and exactly one talking rabbit. My only job in this number was to turn on a spotlight that was already pointed at a weaved basket pretending to be a nest. The only nest of that size I've ever seen was on someone's roof in Amsterdam, and probably had something to do with a pelican or some other huge bird, but that's fine.
Play number two was a musical adaptation of The Elephant's Child, from Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories. When Wayne miscalled it How The Elephant Got His Trunk at the end I was satisfied that I'm not the only person who makes this blunder. My job there was to manage the CD accompaniment in the ancient deck, pausing and playing and skipping to other tracks when necessary, and also manage the volume so precious-quiet soloists are audible and loud choruses don't get lost due to inaudible backing tracks. Wayne was happy.
That ended at 8:57 PM.
PIN Fail
So, there I was, enough change scrounged to get downtown, and making a lot of assumptions. One was that I would just make the change to come back in the process of buying beer, but a bigger one was that entering the wrong PIN number for a Mastercard three times or more wouldn't result in being locked out of the account now that I knew the actual number.
This was a problem because I couldn't even get $5 to pay a cover charge and was left in the position of trying to mooch it off people. For one, I couldn't even go home until I had something figured out monetarily, and I'm not getting my parents to drive all the way down to Queen Street to bring me back to Kipling and Hwy 7.
Hooray for tardy musicians. Cat and Tyla were somewhat late to their own show and immediately proclaimed that I was on the guest list, as of that very second. Considering Ian was working the door at that specific instant, the bald faced lie actually worked. I love musicians; clearly they love me too.
That saved my evening, more or less. I am drinking my first beer of the long weekend right now for this general reason, knowing that a new PIN will arrive in 7 days, and I can get a bit of cash from the card using Photo ID at any bank starting tomorrow.
Perdition reunion, of sorts
Any time Alectrona plays a show, it's a sort of Perdition reunion in my mind, even though the lineup permanently etched into that memory never hugely featured them (I solidly remember the one single show I witnessed Cat in Perdition for the reason that I felt her microphone's volume was way too low). It's never so bad. Cat and I just usually sort of laugh awkwardly at each other, and Lauren and I inevitably talk about pets because we don't have that many known common interests. At least, today, we could discuss what sort of prospective pet a rat would make; I know many people who are satisfied with theirs.
Today was a bit more special. I already knew Ian would be there, because Conflicting Plaid was the first band that took the stage while I was at York Woods watching Big Bad Squirrel rappers. I could have expected Chris, because I've seen him at Alectrona shows before for good reason. But, without a doubt, there wasnunoline, there to spend time in a crowded venue.
That rounds out everyone I would expect to have any chance to see. Sebrina did come up in conversation in terms of, if we had musical children, what would they sound like? I suspect gorgeous goth girls with unfortunate stutters--oh, wait, I said sounds. Actually, I think it works that way too. I always would like to track down lyrics and some hint of chord structure to perform a better cover of that one song, but apparently I know it about as well as they did. In terms of music I will probably have to bear children by splitting and other such asexual methods of reproduction for quite some time.
Also sawhermdelica, malpingu, hello nyx_phoenix, Pam, a bit of a reserved Kitty who was dissatisfied with the show, oh so many people. mystress gave me food and a place to sleep.
Cat people, by David Bowie. From side B of Let's Dance
My alarm clocks today were a pair of cats who would dash into the air mattress and headbutt it. It's funnier to think that they're just not used to it being there and ran into it, but I give felines more credit than that. Gnaghi and Samosa ran into a problem where they would climb onto the mattress near my foot, and somehow that's exactly when I would jerk awake as if from a momentary "I'm falling" sensation, unintentionally scaring them away.
Seems tentatively like April 29-May 3 could be a good party stretch going down the road, where I'm able to stay places late.
I can pay for things, too. The short term is bad, but when it's April 2 and I've already earned $100 I'm on a good pace. Man, I was too slow with that file, but if you had to deal with it maybe you would have had trouble just sitting there for a long enough period of time to finish it too.
I calculate it took me at least four hours of actual typing time, not file time, cut in many pieces by me frustrated and turning the thing off. "Audio is good", John? It was good for long stretches of the last sixty minutes of file time, but that says nothing for the first one hundred and twenty minutes of incomplete information, people turning pages loudly, somebody hammering metal, old interview subject with slurred speech and brewery noises. When people make it sound like something should be easy and I have problems with it, that makes me feel stupid. I don't appreciate it.
*
Conflicting Plaid is a key exception. It was their first show, and there was no way I would make it on time.
The Elephant's Child
I have photos from the sound booth, mostly the view and antiquated equipment (when your CD player looks like one of the first ever invented, except it's "Mk II"...), on my new cell phone but have yet to try to download them to any computer.
Play number one was about nuts destined to become trees, and also featured four squirrels with gang bandanas on their tails to look like hip hop artists, and exactly one talking rabbit. My only job in this number was to turn on a spotlight that was already pointed at a weaved basket pretending to be a nest. The only nest of that size I've ever seen was on someone's roof in Amsterdam, and probably had something to do with a pelican or some other huge bird, but that's fine.
Play number two was a musical adaptation of The Elephant's Child, from Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories. When Wayne miscalled it How The Elephant Got His Trunk at the end I was satisfied that I'm not the only person who makes this blunder. My job there was to manage the CD accompaniment in the ancient deck, pausing and playing and skipping to other tracks when necessary, and also manage the volume so precious-quiet soloists are audible and loud choruses don't get lost due to inaudible backing tracks. Wayne was happy.
That ended at 8:57 PM.
PIN Fail
So, there I was, enough change scrounged to get downtown, and making a lot of assumptions. One was that I would just make the change to come back in the process of buying beer, but a bigger one was that entering the wrong PIN number for a Mastercard three times or more wouldn't result in being locked out of the account now that I knew the actual number.
This was a problem because I couldn't even get $5 to pay a cover charge and was left in the position of trying to mooch it off people. For one, I couldn't even go home until I had something figured out monetarily, and I'm not getting my parents to drive all the way down to Queen Street to bring me back to Kipling and Hwy 7.
Hooray for tardy musicians. Cat and Tyla were somewhat late to their own show and immediately proclaimed that I was on the guest list, as of that very second. Considering Ian was working the door at that specific instant, the bald faced lie actually worked. I love musicians; clearly they love me too.
That saved my evening, more or less. I am drinking my first beer of the long weekend right now for this general reason, knowing that a new PIN will arrive in 7 days, and I can get a bit of cash from the card using Photo ID at any bank starting tomorrow.
Perdition reunion, of sorts
Any time Alectrona plays a show, it's a sort of Perdition reunion in my mind, even though the lineup permanently etched into that memory never hugely featured them (I solidly remember the one single show I witnessed Cat in Perdition for the reason that I felt her microphone's volume was way too low). It's never so bad. Cat and I just usually sort of laugh awkwardly at each other, and Lauren and I inevitably talk about pets because we don't have that many known common interests. At least, today, we could discuss what sort of prospective pet a rat would make; I know many people who are satisfied with theirs.
Today was a bit more special. I already knew Ian would be there, because Conflicting Plaid was the first band that took the stage while I was at York Woods watching Big Bad Squirrel rappers. I could have expected Chris, because I've seen him at Alectrona shows before for good reason. But, without a doubt, there was
nunoline, there to spend time in a crowded venue.That rounds out everyone I would expect to have any chance to see. Sebrina did come up in conversation in terms of, if we had musical children, what would they sound like? I suspect gorgeous goth girls with unfortunate stutters--oh, wait, I said sounds. Actually, I think it works that way too. I always would like to track down lyrics and some hint of chord structure to perform a better cover of that one song, but apparently I know it about as well as they did. In terms of music I will probably have to bear children by splitting and other such asexual methods of reproduction for quite some time.
Also saw
hermdelica, malpingu, hello nyx_phoenix, Pam, a bit of a reserved Kitty who was dissatisfied with the show, oh so many people. mystress gave me food and a place to sleep.Cat people, by David Bowie. From side B of Let's Dance
My alarm clocks today were a pair of cats who would dash into the air mattress and headbutt it. It's funnier to think that they're just not used to it being there and ran into it, but I give felines more credit than that. Gnaghi and Samosa ran into a problem where they would climb onto the mattress near my foot, and somehow that's exactly when I would jerk awake as if from a momentary "I'm falling" sensation, unintentionally scaring them away.
Seems tentatively like April 29-May 3 could be a good party stretch going down the road, where I'm able to stay places late.
I can pay for things, too. The short term is bad, but when it's April 2 and I've already earned $100 I'm on a good pace. Man, I was too slow with that file, but if you had to deal with it maybe you would have had trouble just sitting there for a long enough period of time to finish it too.
I calculate it took me at least four hours of actual typing time, not file time, cut in many pieces by me frustrated and turning the thing off. "Audio is good", John? It was good for long stretches of the last sixty minutes of file time, but that says nothing for the first one hundred and twenty minutes of incomplete information, people turning pages loudly, somebody hammering metal, old interview subject with slurred speech and brewery noises. When people make it sound like something should be easy and I have problems with it, that makes me feel stupid. I don't appreciate it.
*
Conflicting Plaid is a key exception. It was their first show, and there was no way I would make it on time.