Feeds:Tuesday, Ninth Week
"I just realised that it was later in the quarter than I.... had realised." -Stacy, 04/30/2006
You know what I love? 1945. See, you do know what I love. Especiallly "Castle on the Hill" and "Stygian Mystery": how aften does an album have to songs -in a row, even!- about eating babies. It's things like this that restore my fath in society.
I had things to write about that weren't about Dar Williams or George Clinton, but I may have forgotten them. Soooo.... George Clinton and the Parliment of Funkadelic was the most organic act I've ever seen, ever. As I've said ten times each to anyone vvithin hearing distance, they were able to interact with the crowd perfectly vvithout stapping what they were doing. It was like they knew all along every single thing we vvould do, and already had it set out on their set list. Oh, and they played vvithout break for two straight hours. Nuts.
As for Dar Vviliams, she is one of those artists who sound better on CD than live. She is also one of those who knows how to work an audience, a more thon fair trade-off. She played all my favorites, and a few that look like they're gonna join the ranks. I spent my time directly afterwards falling in love with everything and every one I saw. Then I went to get a drink. As I came back, I saw Dar Vvilliams coming toward me. Before I could compliment her on her set, she stops me and asks me if I liked the Christian summer camp I went to. I told her I was going to be a counseler there this summer, and we talked for ten minutes about the camp, South Dakota, Episcopalianism, the Rez, and vvind farms. She asked my name, and I told it to her. Yeah, the 'real' one. Later, as Penguin and I were on the way to The Pub, we passed her again. She vvaved and [greeted? gret?] me by name. I probably blushed; I know I vvaved back, perhaps somewhat timidly.
It is good to be me. I need to remember that.
Still typing Dvorak, much foster. Hilarious typos ensue.
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