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Nov. 7th, 2008
And WHY did you meet Snooks?
Nov. 7th, 2008 10:28 amThe Tiger Lilies...
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snooks, I might describe them as a cheerfully vulgar circus cabaret trio. The ringleader, Martyn, was apparently less animated than usual due to a leg ailment, but as I'd never seen them before this had no effect on my near-constant chuckling.
It was a seated show, a new thing for me at The Doug Fir Lounge. This meant my usual immobile behavior was reinforced, so you will get all of one photographic vantage point. I took about a hundred photos, a low number for me. However, the music was a bit less deafening than most shows I shoot, so I didn't want to inflict the KLACK of the SLR on my fellow audience members. (To this day I remember the reproachful glance Bill Bruford shot me at an Earthworks gig. Sorry, Bill. An acoustic jazz gig is no place for a Minolta SRT-201. I know this now.)
Also, the lighting was more subdued than one sees at more RAWK shows, so the visuals were somewhat static and less conducive to photography. Result: fewer photos by far.
I sifted through those, shrunk the better ones, and here they are.
( Forty relatively large images. )
I suppose after having seen them play, thanks to the evangelical impulses of one
snooks, I might describe them as a cheerfully vulgar circus cabaret trio. The ringleader, Martyn, was apparently less animated than usual due to a leg ailment, but as I'd never seen them before this had no effect on my near-constant chuckling.It was a seated show, a new thing for me at The Doug Fir Lounge. This meant my usual immobile behavior was reinforced, so you will get all of one photographic vantage point. I took about a hundred photos, a low number for me. However, the music was a bit less deafening than most shows I shoot, so I didn't want to inflict the KLACK of the SLR on my fellow audience members. (To this day I remember the reproachful glance Bill Bruford shot me at an Earthworks gig. Sorry, Bill. An acoustic jazz gig is no place for a Minolta SRT-201. I know this now.)
Also, the lighting was more subdued than one sees at more RAWK shows, so the visuals were somewhat static and less conducive to photography. Result: fewer photos by far.
I sifted through those, shrunk the better ones, and here they are.
( Forty relatively large images. )
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Nov. 7th, 2008 09:20 pmMy wife has had difficulty sleeping, a side-effect of the pregnancy. She finds being read to a good transition, drifting off after ten to fifteen minutes. We started earlier in the process with The Phantom Tollbooth.
Having finished that a few weeks ago, we were a bit stumped for a sequel. The Dot and The Line was all of one evening. She'd pulled Charlotte's Web based on the number of different voices I'd be doing, but we dawdled and instead she found a book I'd bought her on vacation, The Thirteen and a Half Lives of Captain Bluebear.
One blurb on the back of the book compares it to J.K. Rowling on Ecstasy. Another mentions Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Both of these are pretty apt. We're only about 1/3 of the way through, but the author's imagination has a decidedly bizarre bent. The basic premise is that this is the autobiography of a Bluebear raised by, variously, mini-pirates, hobgoblins, and a myopic pterodactyl. As Bluebears have 27 lives, this is his midlife story.
The book itself is interesting, but it's really a sidelight. for me the big plus...well...
My wife has been feeling the kid kick and flip around for a month or so, and she's been trying to get me to feel this from the outside. I might have felt a kick. It's hard to say. So she feels bad, as if she's hogging the experience of the kid. I'm okay with it. I figure I can spend time with him when he's not in a uterus.
But the cool thing here is that, inevitably, when I'm reading out loud the kid gets active. For me, that beats feeling him kick any day. I don't know that this is a reaction to my voice, but it seems that way and the timing is right. So really, being recognized by the kid, or at the least feeling like that is happening, is more important to me than feeling the kicks. That'll happen. But this is interaction. This is cool.
Having finished that a few weeks ago, we were a bit stumped for a sequel. The Dot and The Line was all of one evening. She'd pulled Charlotte's Web based on the number of different voices I'd be doing, but we dawdled and instead she found a book I'd bought her on vacation, The Thirteen and a Half Lives of Captain Bluebear.
One blurb on the back of the book compares it to J.K. Rowling on Ecstasy. Another mentions Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Both of these are pretty apt. We're only about 1/3 of the way through, but the author's imagination has a decidedly bizarre bent. The basic premise is that this is the autobiography of a Bluebear raised by, variously, mini-pirates, hobgoblins, and a myopic pterodactyl. As Bluebears have 27 lives, this is his midlife story.
The book itself is interesting, but it's really a sidelight. for me the big plus...well...
My wife has been feeling the kid kick and flip around for a month or so, and she's been trying to get me to feel this from the outside. I might have felt a kick. It's hard to say. So she feels bad, as if she's hogging the experience of the kid. I'm okay with it. I figure I can spend time with him when he's not in a uterus.
But the cool thing here is that, inevitably, when I'm reading out loud the kid gets active. For me, that beats feeling him kick any day. I don't know that this is a reaction to my voice, but it seems that way and the timing is right. So really, being recognized by the kid, or at the least feeling like that is happening, is more important to me than feeling the kicks. That'll happen. But this is interaction. This is cool.