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i remember a fortune i'd kept.
Jul. 12th, 2001 11:23 amsometimes there are days when getting out of bed at six thirty is just NOT an option. ten thirty seems much more realistic. so here i am. it's now eleven, and i've just enough time to talk to you a little, get some cereal and a shower, and then be off to work. today's class will not be as eventful as yesterday's- today we're showing the kids how to use their cameras, yesterday was spent making photograms.
tonite promises to be an uneventful thursday, and i can't even fill my time by working a night shift at the store. only four more days of work, there, really. three real shifts and one full day spent packing up. we close on wednesday. an end of an era, really.
last night and the night before were spent emersed in fabulous music. tuesday night was doughty at the starry plough, and wednesday night was doughty at the great american.
i'm telling you, the man keeps playing in bars and i keep sneaking in. the starry plough show was wonderful- it's a tiny bar with a stage about the size of my thumb, and the master of small rock stood up there in his black button down and acoustic guitar, and proceeded to tell us all his stories in songs. jasin and i didn't stick around for the cd buying and signing, i think we both got enough of that last october [and what a fabulous october it was.]
last night's show was decidedly more energetic, but a larger venue will do that to a show. on tuesday where i felt a bit out of place by being the one person mouthing all the words, i was overshadowed by the throng of kids who sang along at the top of their lungs to anything off of a soul coughing album. the sets on both nights were long and full of hits, new songs, and delightful skittish material. all good songs, and i couldn't have asked for more [although meredith and i were both secretly hoping for some spoken word pieces.]
the show ended and doughty came out for cd selling and signing. the highlught of this was the guy who asked for the cd to be autographed to "eBay auction winner." doughty had a fabulous sense of humor about this. but didn't actually sign it. hah. he had a whirlwind of sticker, and the grabbing hands got to be too much so i picked up a pile and passed them out. in this flurry i ran into this guy [who we'd met at one of the october shows], and also met the illustrious joy-from-USC. yes, the joy in everyone's stories, the joy in dave's films. the joy who is in the bay area for the summer. i was amazed that she could pick me out of a crowd simply by overhearing the words "jasin" and "berkeley" said in conjunction.
so we hung around for a bit, and i grabbed an autograph for a certain someone, and then we were off to retrieve his car, and then mine. i nearly killed myself on the drive home, just to sleep on my increasingly uncomfortable bed, but i made it back in one piece.
i think.
tonite promises to be an uneventful thursday, and i can't even fill my time by working a night shift at the store. only four more days of work, there, really. three real shifts and one full day spent packing up. we close on wednesday. an end of an era, really.
last night and the night before were spent emersed in fabulous music. tuesday night was doughty at the starry plough, and wednesday night was doughty at the great american.
i'm telling you, the man keeps playing in bars and i keep sneaking in. the starry plough show was wonderful- it's a tiny bar with a stage about the size of my thumb, and the master of small rock stood up there in his black button down and acoustic guitar, and proceeded to tell us all his stories in songs. jasin and i didn't stick around for the cd buying and signing, i think we both got enough of that last october [and what a fabulous october it was.]
last night's show was decidedly more energetic, but a larger venue will do that to a show. on tuesday where i felt a bit out of place by being the one person mouthing all the words, i was overshadowed by the throng of kids who sang along at the top of their lungs to anything off of a soul coughing album. the sets on both nights were long and full of hits, new songs, and delightful skittish material. all good songs, and i couldn't have asked for more [although meredith and i were both secretly hoping for some spoken word pieces.]
the show ended and doughty came out for cd selling and signing. the highlught of this was the guy who asked for the cd to be autographed to "eBay auction winner." doughty had a fabulous sense of humor about this. but didn't actually sign it. hah. he had a whirlwind of sticker, and the grabbing hands got to be too much so i picked up a pile and passed them out. in this flurry i ran into this guy [who we'd met at one of the october shows], and also met the illustrious joy-from-USC. yes, the joy in everyone's stories, the joy in dave's films. the joy who is in the bay area for the summer. i was amazed that she could pick me out of a crowd simply by overhearing the words "jasin" and "berkeley" said in conjunction.
so we hung around for a bit, and i grabbed an autograph for a certain someone, and then we were off to retrieve his car, and then mine. i nearly killed myself on the drive home, just to sleep on my increasingly uncomfortable bed, but i made it back in one piece.
i think.
