iridium: (top-hat)
I wasn't really expecting to have the day off tomorrow, but it worked out in the end. So very excited about sleeping in past 6:30 am! So, if I've got the day off tomorrow, that means tonight was my evening to go out and do a thing; it was a ~13 hour workday and exhausting, but Sarah texted asking if I wanted to go out to a show. (With homemade dinner first! Perfect. Otherwise I may well have eaten leftovers and passed out at home at 8pm.) It's Nola Fringe Festival this week, and sadly I missed one of the shows I'd wanted to see, but this one turned out to be fantastic: Fringe, Fishnets, Feathers, and Felt: The Hurricane Party. You know it's a good show when you come home with your cheeks sore from grinning and laughing. As advertised, there were indeed Puppets! Dancing Girls! Live Jazz! Comedy! and Meschiya Lake! Also, it had probably the most charming palmetto bugs (i.e. giant cockroaches) I've seen -- I much prefer palmetto bugs when they are actually dancing girls in iridescent brown-gold lamé costumes, and then when they're not only dancing girls but also the stagehands. Take note, New Orleans: please have all the insects that invade my rooms turn out to be mischievous dancing girls in shiny costumes.
There were also charming swing-dancing Jailbirds in stripy crow costumes, Caroline Fourmy (being much more vaudeville-hilarious than in the bits behind that link, which are her + her jazz band) and the Camel Toe Lady Steppers. I do love this town.

Two nights ago, at the food-truck shindig atop the deserted strip mall, there was another 80s-vintage wood-paneled station wagon in the parking lot, and I was all excited because I've seen all of maybe 1 or 2 others in all of New Orleans. Today, there was another (different, and maybe even 70s-era given the profile and color scheme) wagon parked up on Carrollton, near where I live.

Also, while driving home, a song / spoken-word piece came on the radio (on WWOZ, of course) that I have only heard in two places: played live by a band called Stark Raving Chandler in a tiny bar in Charleston on a poetry slam night, once; and on the CD that I bought from them that evening...oh, what, 15 years ago? Something like that. A strange experience, to be driving (in a slightly-older version of the wagon I was driving back then, also coincidentally) and have Chris Chandler suddenly come on the radio with a meandering piece about history and truth and time, following someone doing a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows".

Tomorrow's the po'boy festival (there is always some kind of festival here; often several at once), and it's conveniently just down the street from my house. If I'm up early enough to dodge the crowds, I'll wander down there. I heard rumor of a shrimp remoulade po'boy, and various other rare po'boy sandwich creations. (Also, daylight! I could be outdoors in it! Amazing.)

So, first, sleep. Lots to get done tomorrow (sadly, much more than "eating po'boys in the sun").
iridium: (jack-a-roe)
today was a sweet day; a perfect day, like the song says.

there was long lazy sleep, with no nightmares, and then i met [livejournal.com profile] jencallisto and we wandered through the tail end of the farmer's market. we ate satsumas in the afternoon sunshine, and the band played 'Midnight Train to Georgia.' we had a lunch of thanksgiving leftovers, much very good conversation through the afternoon and evening, and a rare kind of peace and simple comfort. and as the daylight slipped away, we went out for another bit of wandering, up to the hill at the top of the cemetery. there were brilliant fall trees, and we made the top of the hill just after the sun went below the city to the west, and in the cold clear air we watched the clouds and the changing light.

...and she sang me a gift, one that made me grin and laugh: '1952 Vincent Black Lighting,' one of my favorites, but genderswapped to young Jane Adie, on her fine motorbike, and Red Bobby, from the corners and cafés.

Says Jane, "In my opinion, there's no greater joy
than a '52 Vincent and a red-headed boy
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent '52."
She reached for his hand and she slipped him the keys
She said "I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"
And she gave him one last kiss and died
And she gave him her Vincent to ride.


and it still makes me grin and laugh now; a lovely song, a sweet twist to it, and a voice that fits the last dance of colors in the sunset.

thank you, jencallisto.
iridium: (skull)
a pair of links, from the Haus list & [livejournal.com profile] tamnonlinear, respectively:

geeky music visual fun
and
ridiculous equine cuteness (aka OMG PONIES!!)

and lyrics to the song i was just listening to.
"Galuppi Baldasare" (Kris Delmhorst)

..."And the minor third so bitter, the six chord like a sigh,
suspension, solution, asking must we die, must we die must we die?
And the seventh says Well fellas, life might not last, but we can try...

So were you happy? I was happy. You still happy? Yes, and you?
Then more kisses! Why’d we stop them, when a million seemed so few?
There’s something in that music, lord it must be answered to."...
iridium: (new year sunrise)
still not taking the time to write a content-ful post. it's been quite a good weekend so far, though very busy. i have more fabric, hair-bleach, 6 new cds (+2 little brightly-colored records), 3 new books, a boxfull of overripe peaches for jam, (some) clean laundry, another batch of data, and with luck this afternoon i'll have mangos, stickyrice, and those little coconut-milk & taro things from Thai brunch. and more clean laundry. and i got a phone call from (a recorded) Samuel L Jackson that startled and boggled and entertained me, fussin' at me to stop dying my hair all those colors and get in my 'old tin can of a car' (*ahem*) and go see that movie. oh! and also there was much laughter and good music and dancing. dancing like frenzied, blind crayfish, dancing like very silly, rapidly and economically drunken people, and dancing stompy waltzing polkas. also found a new drinking song that makes me grin:

sung in a deep and dramatic voice while swaying back & forth and preferably waving a whiskey bottle around, with appropriate facial expressions at the end of each line:
Women make us love!
...and love makes us sad.
...and sadness makes us drink!
...and drinking makes us mad!
...and madness makes us women.
(and then drink.)

but now is not time for drinking; now is time for me to get off my ass and shower & do laundry again. so, then, here you go.

from [livejournal.com profile] tyratae:
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with 7 songs. Then tag 7 people to see what they're listening to:

1. "I Must Away Love", Halali
2. "Black Soul Choir", 16 Horsepower
3. "Old Cold Coffee on the Dashboard", Nickel Creek
4. "Singapore", Tom Waits
5. "Weatherman", Kris Delmhorst (and also, really, all of her Strange Conversations album. all of it. wow.)
6. "Day Is Done", Norah Jones & Charlie Hunter
7. "You Are My Sunshine", unknown, off a mix from [livejournal.com profile] sholladay

and in a more general sense, i've been intrigued by the song "St. James Infirmary" for awhile now. as it happened, this led to me picking up three albums of Alan Lomax recordings at Amoeba the other day, and that in turn meant that i enjoyed hearing Andru Bemis play last night more than i might have otherwise.

not tagging, but go for it if you want to.
iridium: (skull)
it's been a weird week. some good things (of the absurd, nostalgic, scientific, textile, and straightforwardly lovely varieties), some confusing, and some not so good. i might be healthier, though i don't know why and i'm not sure if it'll stay. my brain and i are not getting along so well at the moment, but hopefully at least some aspects of that will improve with sleep, some wandering and farmer's market and blackberry-picking, and perhaps also some dancing.

and, to that end:

i'm going to see Jason Webley & Andru Bemis play at 21 Grand in Oakland, tomorrow (Saturday 8/19) night at 8:30pm.

y'all should come, because while i'll go if it's just me and there will be music (that tears itself apart and that puts everything together)...it would be more fun if i had other people to laugh and dance and shake fists at the night with.
iridium: (butterflies)
i've got piles of thoughts and things i want to write rolling around in my head, but somehow i'm tired again already, even after sleeping ~12+ hours in the last 26. so for now, just this:

Kris Delmhorst is playing at the Freight & Salvage this coming Thursday (8/10), 7:30pm. i'm getting myself a ticket sometime tomorrow. if you want to come with me, and want me to order your ticket along with mine, let me know asap.
iridium: (blue hair)
clare called and dug me out of my cave, finally. it'd been a slow and chilly day, but at least a little productive -- lots of sleep, some housecleaning, some unloading/unpacking, a little grocery-shopping. i skipped out on several evening events and had mostly decided to continue on with the puttering and make another early night of it, but clare called in from the city with the promise of a good party and a marching band, if i'd just come pick her up from the BART.

i've been wanting to see the Extra Action Marching Band play for a long while now; i've run into them at Burning Man and seen parts of the band around Oakland, but never gotten to see them play. the next show of theirs i know of isn't til next month, so i figured i'd get off my ass and go. we made our way to a place that as best i could gather is named the TransOrbital Somethingorother Warehouse, out in west Oakland...a huge space that seemed to be mostly decorated with discarded theater sets, stolen bits of other buildings, and the usual haphazard assemblage of walls marking off rooms along the edges.

the first band was (as far as i could tell) called Knees & Elbows, fronted by a girl with red braids, pinstripes, and a clear, powerful, haunting voice. she played some instrument that looked like the runt offspring of a flute and a keyboard, and there was also a tuba. very tasty. we skipped the next band or two, one of which (Tiger Honeypot, i think) was apparently good...but we'd found our way outside to the big iron chimenea and the tiny secret garden, and there we stayed for the next hour or two. we came back in for the last half of a band called Fantasy, who were...impressive. very, very...80's. (i think. i missed that decade, and am ok with that.) shiny white jumpsuits covered in huge slick polka-dots, with each bandmember's polka-dots a different color. ("You can play Twister on us after the show," they said.) bad haircuts and high wailing falsettos. reminded me of the movie that i watched 20 minutes of at [livejournal.com profile] signifier's in Portland, The Apple.

and then finally finally finally, the Extra Action Marching Band. it was 3am, but they got me out and dancing...the show just turned into one big dance-mob, with the band wandering around, jumping up and down, scattered all through the crowd and only occasionally mostly making it back to the stage. drums and cowbells, trumpets and trombones and a tuba, one fierce fellow with a fireman's coat and a cigar smashing away on the cymbals, and more drums, huge thundery ones and bashing and thumping ones and bright loud snares. wheee! i'd love to come along with them on a real parade, everyone dancing in the streets or coming out to their windows and doorsteps to watch.

and now it's time for sleeping again.
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friday: work-as-usual, with some further planning as to how to wrap things up so that nothing comes crashing to a halt when i leave. half-unexpected downtime in the evening, low and sad and hard, but a good thing. wrote a fair bit, untangling the internal fallout from the past week. talked to geeta a little.

saturday: went shopping for an electric hand-mixer (yay kitchen gadgets!), then a quick run through the farmer's market right at closing time. picked up satsumas, concord grapes, three large bunches of celery, apples, raspberries (red and yellow). and then there was a party. )

sunday: a slow, lazy, and somewhat-hungover morning. i misread my clock and ended up half an hour late for [livejournal.com profile] asarwate's play. play, good parking karma, comedy of errors, Red Elvises )

unfortunately the late nights all weekend and allergies left me feeling too sick and tired and sore to go to DeathGuild with [livejournal.com profile] jencallisto and [livejournal.com profile] plymouth. one of these days i'll make it down there...

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