Moar concert.
Jul. 8th, 2009 09:54 amMy previous post wasn't much of a write-up on the concert itself... I spent an awful long time last night figuring out how much I wanted to say about my memory and how long I wanted to say it. When I sat down, I figured I could bang out a post and then finish writing the MoarMU I'd been working on...
Anyway, the concert was in Lincoln, Nebraska. I live in Omaha and I don't drive, which meant I was going with friends. By a stroke of pure elemental awesomeness, the concert was scheduled for the day my friend
gamingdragon was going to be coming up from Kansas anyway, because it's her birthday today, which meant I was going with more friends. A total of five friends in a tiny little car originally intended to hold... remarkably human-like aliens from a planet where everything is on a 9/10ths scale with its earth relatives.
Said car is also not the speediest thing on the planet (remember, the miles on its homeworld are also 10% shorter), and I'm the only one among our group who had ever been to Lincoln, which was no help, so we left two hours before the concert. This was a brilliant bit of timing on our part, as it enabled us to arrive at the precise moment when the slanting rays of the sun were making it almost impossible to spot the letters in the window of the Dancers Oasis Studio as we drove past it three or four times.
All was well that ended well, though, because we ended up getting there with half an hour to spare. I was able to convey wishes of affection from the
s00j-fen I knew who couldn't be there, and
s00j turned around and did the same since many of those people she'd actually seen in person more recently than I had. I introduced my friends... forgot that I'd wanted to tip
s00j off about the birthday... and then a rollicking good time was had by all.
The venue was actually a belly dancing studio, which had some influence on the set list... she started off with Taglio!, which I love hearing live. It's one of my favorites of her songs because it's about a subject that fascinates me (Dancing. Yes, dancing.), and because Cities of Coin and Spice (from which the title character of the song hails) is perhaps my favorite of Cat Valente's books. She also did Snake Star Song. She closed with We Are Shangri-La. In between, she did (in no particular order) Carousel, Crystal Cave, The Drowning, and other songs, including a ninja song that was federally mandated by the "equal time" provision of the "ninja/pirate clause" of the Internet Meme Act of 2005.
She also performed Betsy Tinney's seminal neo-blues raccoon standard... possibly the greatest neo-blues raccoon standard of all time, and certainly the one with the best name... Tough Titty Cupcakes, which must be seen, heard, felt, and experienced to be believed. I think I had the pleasure of seeing, hearing, feeling, and experiencing it for the first time myself in New Orleans, when Betsy herself would have been cell-in' along on her cello, but I may be making stuff up.
My eye (or rather the skin around it) was bothering me with a violent twitch during a lot of the concert. It didn't do much to diminish my enjoyment, though.
And, when it was all over,
gamingdragon thanked
s00j and mentioned her birthdary herself, and we were all treated to a wonderful birthday serenade.
My roommate, who's been stuck working a lot of extra hours to make up for a coworker who was out on an injury, wasn't sure she'd be able to make it down, but yesterday the coworker returned and she got out right in time to walk through the door just as the concert was about to begin. That was awesome for her, and it had the bonus effect of making the trip back a lot more comfortable. :P
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Said car is also not the speediest thing on the planet (remember, the miles on its homeworld are also 10% shorter), and I'm the only one among our group who had ever been to Lincoln, which was no help, so we left two hours before the concert. This was a brilliant bit of timing on our part, as it enabled us to arrive at the precise moment when the slanting rays of the sun were making it almost impossible to spot the letters in the window of the Dancers Oasis Studio as we drove past it three or four times.
All was well that ended well, though, because we ended up getting there with half an hour to spare. I was able to convey wishes of affection from the
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The venue was actually a belly dancing studio, which had some influence on the set list... she started off with Taglio!, which I love hearing live. It's one of my favorites of her songs because it's about a subject that fascinates me (Dancing. Yes, dancing.), and because Cities of Coin and Spice (from which the title character of the song hails) is perhaps my favorite of Cat Valente's books. She also did Snake Star Song. She closed with We Are Shangri-La. In between, she did (in no particular order) Carousel, Crystal Cave, The Drowning, and other songs, including a ninja song that was federally mandated by the "equal time" provision of the "ninja/pirate clause" of the Internet Meme Act of 2005.
She also performed Betsy Tinney's seminal neo-blues raccoon standard... possibly the greatest neo-blues raccoon standard of all time, and certainly the one with the best name... Tough Titty Cupcakes, which must be seen, heard, felt, and experienced to be believed. I think I had the pleasure of seeing, hearing, feeling, and experiencing it for the first time myself in New Orleans, when Betsy herself would have been cell-in' along on her cello, but I may be making stuff up.
My eye (or rather the skin around it) was bothering me with a violent twitch during a lot of the concert. It didn't do much to diminish my enjoyment, though.
And, when it was all over,
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My roommate, who's been stuck working a lot of extra hours to make up for a coworker who was out on an injury, wasn't sure she'd be able to make it down, but yesterday the coworker returned and she got out right in time to walk through the door just as the concert was about to begin. That was awesome for her, and it had the bonus effect of making the trip back a lot more comfortable. :P