Happy Half-Price Peeps Day!
Mar. 24th, 2008 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgAn unexpectedly musical day yesterday.
Heading out to Sis' house for a very small, quiet Easter visit w/dinner - I was given the cook's tour of the new electronics in the house, thanks to "the bonus" for this year.
Two really BIG HD plasma televisions (w/BlueRay DVD players), and a new washer/dryer set. Front-loaders. Much impression had.
But Sis wanted me to hear what the home theater system did with Phantom of the Opera. So, I did.
Wow.
And now I am humming the melodies again...damn earworms. Also proof-positive I stopped learning songs about fifteen years ago by not singing them, hence the incredible amount of frustration trying to do something karaoke. I don't have the stuff loaded in my memory - my actual performance memory.
Don't ask me to sing Phantom songs, though. You do, you get what you deserve. When I can't even sing alone in the car because I can't stand the sound, you've got the clue, right?
THEN - after prime rib, potatoes sopping with greyere cheese and cream, asparagus with hollandaise and homemade cheesecake with hot fudge sauce - I handed off the family to Jim coming off work and went into Hollywood to catch four out of the six acts for Japan Nite at the Knitting Factory.
I may go back there, just to catch acts - it's a GREAT venue. Snagged a table right by the door, with chairs and had a mighty fine time. Bought a CD for Scandal, caught Petty Booka (and I have to give them hutspa points for playing bluegrass ukelele in Hollywood in the middle of a rock/ska/punk set), endured Petty Booka (the chipmunk factor was...just was....) and then really liked Ketchup Mania, liked Detroit 7 just a bit less. (Balancing the bass to create a standing wave in the back NOT cool...thankfully, they corrected that by the last three songs in the set. Ow.)
Went home. Drive home only eventful in that it was late, I was tired and I had to keep reminding myself that I used to drive airport shuttle and this was old home week. Yar, yar, I be tough!
Truly, not a whole lot later to bed than staying up playing games to midnight - a bit more expensive, though.
Get to do it all again Wednesday for Jim's birthday Wednesday - Paul Potts at the Wiltern, doncha know.
Heading out to Sis' house for a very small, quiet Easter visit w/dinner - I was given the cook's tour of the new electronics in the house, thanks to "the bonus" for this year.
Two really BIG HD plasma televisions (w/BlueRay DVD players), and a new washer/dryer set. Front-loaders. Much impression had.
But Sis wanted me to hear what the home theater system did with Phantom of the Opera. So, I did.
Wow.
And now I am humming the melodies again...damn earworms. Also proof-positive I stopped learning songs about fifteen years ago by not singing them, hence the incredible amount of frustration trying to do something karaoke. I don't have the stuff loaded in my memory - my actual performance memory.
Don't ask me to sing Phantom songs, though. You do, you get what you deserve. When I can't even sing alone in the car because I can't stand the sound, you've got the clue, right?
THEN - after prime rib, potatoes sopping with greyere cheese and cream, asparagus with hollandaise and homemade cheesecake with hot fudge sauce - I handed off the family to Jim coming off work and went into Hollywood to catch four out of the six acts for Japan Nite at the Knitting Factory.
I may go back there, just to catch acts - it's a GREAT venue. Snagged a table right by the door, with chairs and had a mighty fine time. Bought a CD for Scandal, caught Petty Booka (and I have to give them hutspa points for playing bluegrass ukelele in Hollywood in the middle of a rock/ska/punk set), endured Petty Booka (the chipmunk factor was...just was....) and then really liked Ketchup Mania, liked Detroit 7 just a bit less. (Balancing the bass to create a standing wave in the back NOT cool...thankfully, they corrected that by the last three songs in the set. Ow.)
Went home. Drive home only eventful in that it was late, I was tired and I had to keep reminding myself that I used to drive airport shuttle and this was old home week. Yar, yar, I be tough!
Truly, not a whole lot later to bed than staying up playing games to midnight - a bit more expensive, though.
Get to do it all again Wednesday for Jim's birthday Wednesday - Paul Potts at the Wiltern, doncha know.
