Monthly Archives: March 2008

Cello Fever

Bek’s show at the Hotel Utah was last night. I’ve been so busy lately, that I haven’t had much time to bang out the details on as many songs as she had wanted, but had 3 all worked out and ready to go. Or kind of. We had some notes written down, but there still wasn’t actual music and I mostly just had to remember what to do and how the songs worked out.

Sound check started at 7, which was fairly chaotic. There was a big tub of bottles of beer offstage for the bands, which was pretty cool. Heh. The band beer.

Bek started around 9:30 and she was just great. Very natural on stage and the music was fantastic. It was super fun that I knew most of the songs. About half way through, I joined her for those three songs. I pretty much couldn’t hear myself or her or anything else and it seems like it was over in about 5 seconds, but it was so fun and great. I wanted to do it again as soon as it was over. But, el bummer. Away Bek goes.

There was a pretty good turnout of people there. A lot of folks from Blurb, so it was just a fun night. After all his talk abut how much he loved that I play the cello and how great he thought it was that I was playing with Bek, there was no manfriend. And no other friends outside of Blurb, but I guess that’s ok. I’m just really glad that I did it, and I wasn’t as nervous as I remember being about other performances in the past. And my role was there to support Bek, so it would be silly to turn around and need support myself.

And thus concludes my brief career as rockstar. Or perhaps more appropriately, folk sidekick.


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Jose Gonzalez @ The Fillmore

I went to see Jose Gonzalez at the Fillmore on Thursday with my manfriend.  It was  such a great show.  Jose didn’t talk much, so we didn’t get a strong sense of him, but the music was fantastic.  He played mostly by himself, but it sounded like he was playing two guitars and a drum at the same time.  His voice, too, seemed to have so much richness and depth that it sounded like he was singing two parts at once.  It was beautiful and clear and mellow.

I was also really wowed by the lights.  There was a lot of vibrant color, sometimes shining down on to the stage, sometimes emanating out above the audience.  One song had lights projecting strong silhouettes of Jose on the curtains behind the stage, giving me the impression that he was in a cave around a campfire telling tales.  Another song had this gorgeous green and blue light shining out from the stage, like the glow in an aquarium.  People were taking pictures like crazy, but I couldn’t find a single one on Flickr.  But it was very impressive and really enhanced the simplicity and beauty of the music.

We stayed in a hotel near the office, rather than contending with a late night sojourn to the East Bay, which was pretty awesome.  The two block walk into the work the next day was pretty cool, too.

Very, very good night.

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The NX1

I take the NX1 bus home from work every day. On a good day, I catch the 5:35 bus, which is one of the plush, big, green ones. If I were that desperate to check my Facebook updates, I could do it on the big, green NX1, because they have wireless internet. Which is fascinating, really. If I were driving in my car next to a big, green bus, would I have wireless then? Is there an internet forcefield over the bay? No matter, I am loathe to haul a lap top anywhere, and in all honestly, mucking around on Facebook is the likeliest activity.

Today the bus was completely filled to overflowing. Literally. They made one more girl get off, and she had to wait for the 5:55, which tre sucks.

A woman directly behind me was talking on her cell phone, and she kept at it with dogged enthusiasm the entire ride. She was talking about her job, but generically. She got a bonus this year that was 8.5% of her salary. Which will cover her upcoming trip to Ghana. And she likes her office because it’s right in downtown and she can walk along the bay during her lunch if she wants. She thinks that her job is relatively easy and not terribly challenging. She asked her boss if she could move desks because she doesn’t like the woman who sits next to her, as she is very negative. When they switched from one e-mail service to another, the unliked coworker complained a lot about how she didn’t like. So chatty bus lady, she bought herself a radio at Walgreens and she just plays that to tune out her coworker. Or maybe she’ll play a CD. She asked the person on the phone if they liked their job and if it was hard to get a government job. It all went on for quite some time. Highly uninteresting, mildly moronic, but compellingly listenable to.

When the bus got to the first stop, the chatty bus lady got off. Because I had just listened to her natter on about her job for 20 minutes I needed to see her. Who *is* this woman? I wish I could say that she was some sort of woman-child, or an over gymmed newly divorced lady, or a bland plump little mouse. But she was an ordinary Oakland lady… early 40’s, light-skinned black lady, with freckles and dreadlocks, loose flowy sort of clothes.

The silent girl next to me saw me looking at Chatty Patty. She made eye contact with me and said “I can’t believe how some people talk on their cell phones like that.”

To which I confessed “I know! I had to look at her! I couldn’t believe that conversation she had. I had to see her!”

Silent girl doesn’t have more to say, but she starts laughing like crazy. Spurred, I continue to have my internal workings out loud. “Who do you think she was talking to? I thought maybe it was a career counselor or something. It didn’t sound like someone she knew. And could you believe that part about the radio? Seriously. Would you not kill one of your coworkers if they started playing a radio out loud all the time? Who does that?! Dang.”

Silent girl is still laughing. I guess maybe I surprised her with all I had to say about this, but I had a long time to think about that woman’s telephone conversation and I was bursting with the musings of it all.

But it was a neat moment with a stranger. And those are good.

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Chrisette Michele

I went to see Chrisette Michele at the Independent last night with my fab friend, Shayne, aka Shiny.

The most important thing to report is that we got dinner first at Memphis Minnie’s. I ate a pound of shredded pork, with North Carolina vinegar sauce, which is truly reminiscent of BBQ from North Carolina. There was also some macaroni and cheese, spicy french fries, corn bread, and wings. Yeah. Oh my. And a pitcher of beer. All of this into a gullet that is obsessively semi-satiated with high fiber, low calorie foods. Or semi-foods. Except that when my Neurotic Obsessive Psychotic must-control-my-food switch is off, it is off and that is spelled B-A-D. But getting over it, moving on, etc.

And then we went to a concert. The scene at this show was a twenty, thirty-something, cool, hip black crowd. Shayne commented that it was very Oakland-esque, which is true. I’m not sure where you’d find this scene in SF. Except we found it. Lots of shiny lip gloss and tautly clad black lady rump. Many asses were remarkable. So I remarked on them.

Some guy named Matthew Santos opened and he was pretty lame. He sounded like John Mayer for about a second, before he’s start to go all shouty. Nothing memorable here.

Chrisette Michele is a new singer/songwriter R & B lady. I had heard two of her songs and liked them: Good Girl and Best of Me, so I was hopeful and excited about this show. But, sigh, it was rather disappointing. It took about 45 minutes for Chrisette to turn up on stage after the opening guy was done, resulting in far too much waiting and standing about (whilst over full of 0 grams of fiber and about 278 grams of protein and fat.)  But when she turned up, she looked like Eva the Diva from America’s Next Top Model, so that was amusing for us for a minute.  But the sound wasn’t great, like her mic was turned on too loud and her words weren’t quite intelligible.  She sang a few too many songs that sounded like the morning commute on a smooth jazz station.  And by a few too many, I think maybe I mean two.  Then she sang Best of Me, which was nice to hear, but like I said, the sound wasn’t great and her voice didn’t seem to be as sultry as I remembered.  She sounded a bit like an Atlantic City lounge singer who’d gone and turned 42 and was still trying to woo the elderly.  Which she did do, actually, in the form of a song made up on the spot for audience member Jondola and then Tito.  I suspect that they were not elderly, though.  This part was rather amusing and cute, but kinda cheez.  And not a triple cream brie kinda cheese.

We left after that, so probably only about half way through the whole show.  Which means that the upshot was that we were back home early enough that I managed to drag my own rump into the gym this morning.

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E-mails of Yore

I was searching for text to use in a book making project and pulled out a flash drive with my entire body of personal and saved e-mails from The Princeton Review.  And boy, was it bizarre to look through all of those.  Far too much evidence of love’s labor lost…

A selection of e-mail subject lines:

I got caught boogeying in the supermarket

I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

The nicest thing I can say is all her tattoos are spelled correctly

Zigga Zig Ahhh

Petulant is my favorite word

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