if you tell the truth
Last night, the three of us went to see a show billed alternately as "Stew and Heidi Perform Songs from Passing Strange and Making It" and "Stew and The Negro Problem Perform Songs from Passing Strange and Making It". Either way, they did not perform anything from Passing Strange, nothing older than "Kingdom of Drink," in fact, but they did songs from Making It, "Black Men Ski," one song completed this past week, and "Gary Come Home" from Spongebob Squarepants. Afterwards, I got my Passing Strange sheet music autographed, and Soren and I chatted very briefly with Stew and Heidi, who both remembered us, in that, "I know you, but you're out of context" way that happens when one is in a strange city.
The Neptune Theatre (where Soren used to be in the floor show for The Rocky Horror Picture Show some thirty years ago) is a nice concert space, though it was incredibly cold, colder than we'd expected an indoor venue to be. If it had been ten degrees warmer, we'd have had an unmitigatedly grand time; as it was, the show was great, and The Horn Problem was fun to listen to (tuba solos in Stew songs are way cool).
I've been using the lightbox for the past three days, and feel much more cheerful. Yes, spring is on the way, but the box seems to be helping. Right now, Jane and Soren are napping; I'm dithering about going out to karaoke later, or just staying home and reading. I'm on an M.F.K. Fisher/Stephen King spree, rereading bits of both, as well as Fisher biographies and the like. I finished From a Buick 8, Different Seasons (reread), and The Green Mile (let's hear it for the Ultimate Magic Negro!) (also a reread), and am working my way through the uncut version of The Stand (is it a reread if it's the first time I'm reading the uncut version?) (and another Magic Negro! whee!).
(I went to get some of Soren's prescriptions, for his medications that needed new hard copy ones on Friday, and decided not to read The Stand on the bus. From past experience, books about superflus, ebola, and the like are just not ideal for reading while riding mass transit: every time someone coughs near you, you flinch.)
Life continues pretty good around these parts.
The Neptune Theatre (where Soren used to be in the floor show for The Rocky Horror Picture Show some thirty years ago) is a nice concert space, though it was incredibly cold, colder than we'd expected an indoor venue to be. If it had been ten degrees warmer, we'd have had an unmitigatedly grand time; as it was, the show was great, and The Horn Problem was fun to listen to (tuba solos in Stew songs are way cool).
I've been using the lightbox for the past three days, and feel much more cheerful. Yes, spring is on the way, but the box seems to be helping. Right now, Jane and Soren are napping; I'm dithering about going out to karaoke later, or just staying home and reading. I'm on an M.F.K. Fisher/Stephen King spree, rereading bits of both, as well as Fisher biographies and the like. I finished From a Buick 8, Different Seasons (reread), and The Green Mile (let's hear it for the Ultimate Magic Negro!) (also a reread), and am working my way through the uncut version of The Stand (is it a reread if it's the first time I'm reading the uncut version?) (and another Magic Negro! whee!).
(I went to get some of Soren's prescriptions, for his medications that needed new hard copy ones on Friday, and decided not to read The Stand on the bus. From past experience, books about superflus, ebola, and the like are just not ideal for reading while riding mass transit: every time someone coughs near you, you flinch.)
Life continues pretty good around these parts.