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solarbirdOh man I'm sleepy. I've been trying to be awake enough to write something coherently for like two hours.
Fred is SO CRANKY this morning. Also SO DAMP. He's just sitting around twitching his tale at people and demanding you make it up to him by finding places to pet him which aren't damp.
This is because a few days ago I came up with the idea of leaving pieces of tape face-up on the counters and on the top of the birdcage to try to teach them that jumping up on the kitchen counters and the birdcage to get to the nummy nummy birds is a very very bad idea. We'd tried a bunch of other things and they'd all failed, but it turns out they really, really hate tape.
So now the tasty, tasty birds are also harbingers of TAPE OF HATE, and he and George keep trying to find new ways up on the countertops that somehow avoid this problem but keep discovering AGH TAPE, and of course we hear this and are HERE HAVE WATER TOO. My laugh is an evil laugh, HA HA HA HA HA!
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spazzkat says I am enjoying this far too much.
Anyway, now he's just wandering around the house sulking. And damp. Personally, I like to think they blame the birds, and I like to think the birds making extra noise this morning are them going WE HAVE TAPE NOW MOTHERFUCKERS PH33R US so then Anna was picturing the birds with little signs saying HA HA CATS AR STOOPID. And that's all fun.
Last night went pretty well, I think. I'm really sorry I posted the wrong venue last night in my rush to get ready, I feel really stupid about that. I even saw that I'd done it wrong and thought I'd fixed it but apparently didn't hit "save." O.o;; Of course I do that the first time anybody's actually coming here to look for that information, so I AM FAIL! So, um, anonymous commenter saying "AGH WHICH IS IT?!" I apologise, and did you make it? (It helps that Caffe Ladro wasn't having an open mic at all last night. Theirs is also monthly and on a different weekend.)
On the way to Soul Food Books I wrote a spoken introduction to Artifacts (You'll Never See), a song about some weird real-life experience that I wrote kind of in response to an episode of Martian Successor Nadesico where one of the characters (HOSHINO Ruri) finds out a bit about her past and goes to the abandoned complex where she was raised as a child and finds things and gets some answers and all that. It's kind of fairy-taley (I can't believe spellcheck accepts that as a word) and off-centre, and vaguely spooky, so even though I rarely call audibles like that on the way to a performance, I went with it this time, and I'm really glad; I was okay with my delivery, and I think it set the mood pretty well, and got the audience focused on that first hard atonal scale climb off the G minor.
It also helped me set the two-song "set" up as more of a tiny show. I was checking tune on stage, facing away from the audience - a really amazing number of people didn't wait to tune until they got up there, I was prepped and just verifying nothing weird had happened (it hasn't) so I just kind of kept going with that and played myself to the mic, kind of sneaking in a bit of a third song. Muah. ^_^
I just wish I'd remembered to start my recorder. FAIL AGAIN! Um, I don't suppose anybody was there and recorded it, did they? Also, I'm getting closer to knowing these songs well enough to do without music. Not there yet, but closer. And when I can do that, I can make much better connection with the audience, something that still needs more work. So that's still on the list.
Soul Food Book's open mic is really getting huge, too. I showed up around 6:25 - later than I'd wanted, but traditionally early enough to get an early signup slot - but yesterday, that made me number THIRTY-ONE. So I didn't go on until like 11:15, and I ended up staying until midnight before I started getting too sleepy (and didn't want to drive home sleepy) and they still had over a dozen people waiting to perform.
All you people who stayed up late to watch, particularly the after-midnighters and all that? You're awesome. Also, if any of you are thinking about a supportive open-mic environment and either don't mind going to the eastside or live there, it's a really great venue and the open-mic crowd there is really, really supportive of newcomers with stage terror, as is Clint, the owner. You might have to wait a while to get on stage, but they'll be nice to you when you get there.
Fred is SO CRANKY this morning. Also SO DAMP. He's just sitting around twitching his tale at people and demanding you make it up to him by finding places to pet him which aren't damp.
This is because a few days ago I came up with the idea of leaving pieces of tape face-up on the counters and on the top of the birdcage to try to teach them that jumping up on the kitchen counters and the birdcage to get to the nummy nummy birds is a very very bad idea. We'd tried a bunch of other things and they'd all failed, but it turns out they really, really hate tape.
So now the tasty, tasty birds are also harbingers of TAPE OF HATE, and he and George keep trying to find new ways up on the countertops that somehow avoid this problem but keep discovering AGH TAPE, and of course we hear this and are HERE HAVE WATER TOO. My laugh is an evil laugh, HA HA HA HA HA!
spazzkat says I am enjoying this far too much.Anyway, now he's just wandering around the house sulking. And damp. Personally, I like to think they blame the birds, and I like to think the birds making extra noise this morning are them going WE HAVE TAPE NOW MOTHERFUCKERS PH33R US so then Anna was picturing the birds with little signs saying HA HA CATS AR STOOPID. And that's all fun.
Last night went pretty well, I think. I'm really sorry I posted the wrong venue last night in my rush to get ready, I feel really stupid about that. I even saw that I'd done it wrong and thought I'd fixed it but apparently didn't hit "save." O.o;; Of course I do that the first time anybody's actually coming here to look for that information, so I AM FAIL! So, um, anonymous commenter saying "AGH WHICH IS IT?!" I apologise, and did you make it? (It helps that Caffe Ladro wasn't having an open mic at all last night. Theirs is also monthly and on a different weekend.)
On the way to Soul Food Books I wrote a spoken introduction to Artifacts (You'll Never See), a song about some weird real-life experience that I wrote kind of in response to an episode of Martian Successor Nadesico where one of the characters (HOSHINO Ruri) finds out a bit about her past and goes to the abandoned complex where she was raised as a child and finds things and gets some answers and all that. It's kind of fairy-taley (I can't believe spellcheck accepts that as a word) and off-centre, and vaguely spooky, so even though I rarely call audibles like that on the way to a performance, I went with it this time, and I'm really glad; I was okay with my delivery, and I think it set the mood pretty well, and got the audience focused on that first hard atonal scale climb off the G minor.
It also helped me set the two-song "set" up as more of a tiny show. I was checking tune on stage, facing away from the audience - a really amazing number of people didn't wait to tune until they got up there, I was prepped and just verifying nothing weird had happened (it hasn't) so I just kind of kept going with that and played myself to the mic, kind of sneaking in a bit of a third song. Muah. ^_^
I just wish I'd remembered to start my recorder. FAIL AGAIN! Um, I don't suppose anybody was there and recorded it, did they? Also, I'm getting closer to knowing these songs well enough to do without music. Not there yet, but closer. And when I can do that, I can make much better connection with the audience, something that still needs more work. So that's still on the list.
Soul Food Book's open mic is really getting huge, too. I showed up around 6:25 - later than I'd wanted, but traditionally early enough to get an early signup slot - but yesterday, that made me number THIRTY-ONE. So I didn't go on until like 11:15, and I ended up staying until midnight before I started getting too sleepy (and didn't want to drive home sleepy) and they still had over a dozen people waiting to perform.
All you people who stayed up late to watch, particularly the after-midnighters and all that? You're awesome. Also, if any of you are thinking about a supportive open-mic environment and either don't mind going to the eastside or live there, it's a really great venue and the open-mic crowd there is really, really supportive of newcomers with stage terror, as is Clint, the owner. You might have to wait a while to get on stage, but they'll be nice to you when you get there.
Four legs good, two legs better.
Date: 2009-02-08 10:01 pm (UTC)Last time they went like that, they held out until they heard the sound of the wounded can-opener thrashing its broken wing on the jungle floor, at which point their stomachs once again led the way.
The dogs, on the other hand, just note sagely that cats are like that, and they wonder why it took us so long to learn? Five humans and one ler, they'd think we had more brains than that.
George Orwell was right, as which see tag-line. ^_^