CRAP! flashbacks to high school C programming class… where we put turkey in the cd-tray of the imac and spelled “HERSTEIN” on the keyboards…
Well, that was quite the unsatisfying opener. As you may know, I am bored, and frequently lonely. I have decided to open this blog in order to write stuff that some people may read at their own peril. I know, I’m defying all my principles, but what are principles for, if not to rape and sodomize them?
This break was very interesting. Mandy and I kicked it off with a
nice, leisurely drive to Indianapolis. There were a lot of people there; they were all dressed up. Two people were really dressed up, a guy and a girl, I think I know them, and a bunch of people followed them around, wherever they went. We had to sit in some pews until people played music. Then we went and ate some food. We sat by the window. Then we went to Cincinnati.
Our trip to Cincinnati from Indianapolis was quite humorous. Our friend Janice is very good with directions. Ergo, we followed her advice to get on I-74 directly, by following some unnamed road east, until it met up with the interstate. We got to the interstate, but only after we stopped to find which side of the trees on which the moss was growing and make a makeshift compass out of a needle, a cork and some water. uh… I mean, asked a very nice harley-davidson tee-shirt man how to get to the interstate. If you’re reading this, you probably were there, and recall the hilarity of the non-event.
We met a few of our friends, Matt, Alex and Duane at Caroline’s parents’ house, which was our designated meeting place. It was a bit cold that day, and Caroline’s parents were out of town, so the driveway was slick like a salesman pushing sunblock in an alaskan winter. Caroline couldn’t get up it, so I, being the awesome person I am, tried. Many times. Alas, I parked at the bottom of the driveway. We were going to change in the house, but somehow Caroline’s key broke off in the door. So, we stood around for a while thinking of what we should do, as we had somewhere we had to be within the next hour. I decided it would be a good idea for me to change out of my stuffy suit, so I did that at the bottom of the hill. As I was changing, and just as the words, “I’m not wearing any pants!” had left my lips, a car comes rolling down the street, with its headlights making a bead on my pantsless lower-half. In desperation I jumped into my car, sparing the passengers of the oncoming car a sight that could have caused a massive 1-car pile-up.
Fast forward through the droll of the next hour.
We arrived at the Taft Theater in downtown Cincinnati. What a relief to hear that the show we were going to had been delayed an hour to 8 PM. If we had missed any portion of this show, I would have thrown heavy stuff at fragile things. Of course, this show was Over the Rhine’s (Karin Bergquist, Linford Detweiler and accompanying band) annual homecoming concert that capped off their winter tour. Two openers, Kim Taylor, who had toured with them for quite some time, and Amy Rigby, who had the mannerisms (and perhaps the appearance) of a raggedy-ann doll, warmed up the crowd for the all-powerful Over the Rhine. I don’t remember much of it, because I was having an epileptic seizure due to the sheer beauty of it all. They played Jack’s Valentine, a rare treat, and a couple of Linford’s solo piano stuff. Man, that guy can play. A new one to me was White Horse. Karin really belts this one out. Like I told Caroline, “it’s like having a little orgasm when I listen to it.”
Hush now, baby
One day we’re gonna ride
Hush now, baby
Our white horse through the sky
Linford revealed that the past few concerts were cancelled due to a non-singing lead singer. She had apparently taken some oral steroids, and was back in her siren form. Karin had a throat lozenge in her mouth when she sang. It gave a sort of raw, sweet hard candy tone to her voice, minus the hard candy. They did a little hymn near the end, with Amy Rigby and Kim Taylor both taking a verse. I love when they do old hymns. And old songs. And new songs. And songs. As an aside, I had a guinness. Alex said it smelled like soy sauce from where he was. And that he wanted sushi.
After this aural treat, we headed back to Caroline’s parents’ place for some delicious food and exciting games. On our way, we picked up Janice and the pizza. Janice’s was uneventful, but the pizza was given to us by disgruntled workers. Strange that they would let us order a couple pies minutes before they were closing, and didn’t tell us that they would be angry about us coming to pick it up after they were officially closed. But they were delicious, and probably in no small part due to the bitterness and wrath baked right into the crust! Thank you, angry workers! We spilled ginger ale (I think it was ginger ale, might’ve been sprite or 7-up) on her Caroline’s carpet while we were eating. We then proceeded to make fun of Scientology and played Trivial Pursuit, Genus Edition. Or as I like to call it, GENIUS edition. It was December birthdays vs. the rest, i.e., Asians and Matt against the rest. Best question was as we read it, “What is better than stone in the paper? Stone and scissors game?” Also, “What is the boiling point of water in centigrade?” By 3 or 4 AM we had lost to the rest, and had to take Janice home to get her to the airport in time. Matt and I took the half-asleep Janice back to her place, where we spent the night, almost with an open door, which was caught right before drifting off to sleep.
A couple hours later, in the morning, Matt and I realized, “Hey, we have to fit Janice’s and Jamie’s (Janice’s little sister) stuff in the car, as well as what is in there already.” So, after some rearranging and a shoehorn, we fit it all in the trunk of my car, and we were off to the airport. I’m just glad my car has a big trunk. Matt, Bobby and I skipped church that day in favor for a far more spiritually fulfilling NAP. But, Mandy and Caroline got to see a cute baby.
You may think my story is over, but it is far from being finished. I still have two concerts to chronicle.
Linford was giving a solo performance that afternoon, and then Karin was going to join him for a candlelit acoustic set. Linford’s set was amazing. He offered many anecdotes and poems to augment the beautiful music played on an old upright piano. When Karin joined him they had some trouble with feedback, and bats, but that didn’t take away from the intimate concert they put on. The rest is not as interesting, but I did get upset, and expressed that in silence. Maturity at its finest. Thank you. I think it was due to my lack of sleep and accumulated frustrations from the whole weekend. Little things get to you when you don’t sleep.
I guess that’s the moral of the story. Sleep when you should. Speaking of which, I should do what I just said. Later, I’ll tell of the trip to Michigan, Colorado, New York and oral surgery. Congratulations, you’ve just read my first blog entry. EVER.