at 1:15 am, it is the brightest time of day. i just got home from a night of susan-watching (more on this in a moment). the moon is fullish, surprisingly not masked. and so there are brave-shining stars and tufts of black clouds and bright moonlight illuminating the puddles in the street. even the deathly orange streetlights can't dim the glory. the air tonight is clear and i breathed winter as i walked from susan's car to the front door.
winter means i am going home soon. oh the ambivalence...
so. tonight and susan. errigle inn. she was supporting a singer/songwriter guy named dana lyons who has found very limited fame with a project called cows with guns. interesting? maybe. but it was more scary than anything. he was the guy who would come to your school and rap about recycling. the guy who would try desperately to be cool, but couldn't pull it off in his tight black jeans and tom sellick mustache. no matter how much he rapped.
i am not exaggerating. what's worse: the belfast crowd adored him! begged three encores. we couldn't believe it. we couldn't handle it. social/political/environmental commentary is ok in my book if it's done well. but don't rap at me. don't ask me to join in with hand motions. don't do johnny cash country (especially with suburbia as subject matter) when you're from seattle and we're in a pub.
(susan, gail, and i escaped across the street and ate really bad chicken at a happy days knock off burger joint: chicken strips encased in funky corndoggish breading. we enjoyed the fine musical ambience of ashanti and the corrs. we welcomed the step up.)
cynical? table for two? sorry.
the dana lyons experience left me feeling like i was in the audience for "red, white, and blaine" in the legendary waiting for guffman. it's funny because people think it's good...
anyway...it truly was an entertaining evening all around.
and then to come home to a bright sky. priceless.
as long as dana lyons wasn't singing about stools...
this bloke's from seattle??
i'll see what i can do to have him taken care of. sorry about that!
Posted by: [jp/p] at November 22, 2002 07:50 AM
Man, I didn't think bad music would follow you Anne. That guy is afta ya karma, like mad.
josh, is that yooooooou?
how's things with nicole?
Posted by: bananie at November 23, 2002 05:27 AM