I heard Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” on the radio today. I’ve always liked the song (video at the end, if you need it), but since that one Friends episode, I can’t help but laugh when he does his signature vocal move.
I like the way she laughs at him.
Also, I’m totally jealous of his eyebrow raise. I can’t do that.
Here’s the song. If you’re familiar with it, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re not, he does it on the chorus, first time at 0:52 in the video.
Today was a good day for a bike ride. One that I am out of shape for. (My butt is not too crazy about me right now, and my legs only stopped burning 20 minutes ago.)
John had an idea of where he wanted to go, so I said, “I will follow you,” out loud, to his back as we took off, and for the next half hour, I had Little Peggy March’s “I Will Follow Him” in my head. I didn’t have headphones, I didn’t even have my phone, and we were going too fast to chat. I had only my brain to save me, and oh, brain, you failed. Little Peggy March faded to Sister Act, back to Tiny Peg, back to Whoopi not measuring up to her choir, and all the while, I was resisting the urge to be the crazy person pedaling madly after a man, singing “He is my destiny!” at the top of my lungs.
I am SO VERY MUCH ENTIRELY TOO OLD for this late night crap. We didn’t stay for the whole show (we caught a few songs from the headlining band, but then we left), so we got home around 1am and still got up at 6. I don’t regret it – the Arkells were freakin’ amazing and we were right up against the stage and no, they didn’t pull John up on stage this time, but they didn’t do that bit at all, so it’s okay, and we got to have a nice conversation with the singer after the show, and MAN I love them. So I don’t regret it, but it’s 8pm on the day after, and my eyes are so tired they hurt. Hurts to close them, hurts to leave them open.
We met this trio of college girls, friends from high school, who have taken the week off to get together (they don’t go to the same schools) and follow the Arkells and Blossoms (the other band who played last night) from Portland to San Francisco to Coachella. They were hilariously excited.
Gotta go to bed. I think tomorrow might be harder than today was. Because I’m old.
Tonight, in just a few hours, we are going to see the Arkells again and YAY!!!! It looks like they’re the opening opening act, and – I think I said this before – we may leave as soon as they’re off the stage. Sure, we may miss out on falling in love with another new band, but we’re tired and we get up early and we didn’t take tomorrow off and we’ve never heard of the second opening act or the headliner and there’s only so much new I’m up for when there’s a 2-hour drive home to contemplate.
Hey, they’re going to be in Cincinnati for the Bunbury Music Festival for three days in a row at the beginning of June. You Kentucky people? You should consider going.
(Of course, they misspelled Cincinnati on their website, but give them a break – they’re Canadian.)
I just remembered that we’re going to see the Arkells in April. They’ll be back in Portland opening for some band we’ve never heard of, and for $11 each, we’ll deal with a show for a band we’ve never heard of. Assuming we stay.
Anyway, I just remembered that, and April’s almost here, and it makes me happy because we REALLY like them.
I didn’t post yesterday, but I had a very good reason, Person Who Is Berating Me For Not Posting Yesterday For Some Reason: I was at a really, super good, fanTAStic show in Portland last night, and most of our day and night was spent working, driving, dancing and singing, and then driving again, leaving no room for blogging.
Sorry, Person Who Is Berating Me For Not Posting Yesterday For Some Reason. But I’m here today, and I’m going to tell you all about it!
Last night was a perfect example of “Hey, we don’t have any responsibilities except work so we should take this opportunity. No excuses.” (We sometimes have to remind ourselves.)
I don’t even know what order to tell this in. Chronological? Best to worst? How about I start with “what am I talking about” and “how did this come about”, huh?
What I am Talking About:
Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls played a club in Portland last night (Tuesday night) and WE WENT. We missed him last time he was in Portland – by the time we found out about the show, it was sold out.
How This Came About:
It was a very lucky stroke of wonderful timing. I follow this actor we like, Timothy Omundson, on Twitter, and on Sunday, he tweeted about seeing Frank Turner in LA. That made me think hey, if he’s on tour, maybe he’s coming near us, so I checked and OHMYGOD HE’S COMING TO PORTLAND IN TWO DAYS, followed by OHMYGOD TICKETS ARE AVAILABLE AND WOW THEY’RE CHEAP! Clearly, I bought the tickets. (Our struggle with “but it’s in Portland and it’ll be a really late night and then we’ll have to get up really early and work the next day” was short-lived.)
Side note: I tweeted at Timothy Omundson about it (as a reply to his tweet) and he responded! Squee!
Okay, now I’m going with best to worst:
BEST – In the middle of a song, the second opening act (which was very good – more coming up) asked the crowd for a guitarist and they picked John, largely due our proximity to the stage and my nutso jumping and pointing. It also helped that he’s tall. So John, our very own John, went up on stage with a touring band during a real rock show, and played for a minute or so with the band. It was so great and I HAVE VIDEO. I did my best to hold the camera still. Please forgive my screaming at 1:27 and 2:01. Yes, the singer is talking about Betsy DeVos.
Frank Turner was freakin’ amazing – there was screaming and dancing and singing along and they played all of my favorite songs of theirs minus one and I will go to his shows any time he tours anywhere near us.
The second opening act was this Canadian band, The Arkells, who are our awesome new band to love (and emulate because oh yeah, John’s in a band again and they’ve entered a contest and they had a gig a couple of weeks ago and they have another one next weekend and I’ll tell you all about that in a few days). That’s who pulled John on stage, and they were a really great surprise.
The first opening act was this acoustic singer-songwriter guy from England, Will Varley – funny jokes, good songs, and we bought all his CDs after the show (because we’re suddenly very conscious of supporting smaller acts now that, oh yeah, John’s in a band again and they’ve entered a contest and they had a gig a couple of weeks ago and they have another one next weekend and I’ll tell you all about that in a few days).
There was crowd-surfing! It was limited, but I don’t think I’ve ever been to a show with crowd-surfing before. Frank Turner met a barista earlier in the day, and she came to the show, so he pulled her on stage and got her to crowd-surf with specific directions to the crowd. We had to get her to the back so she could high-five the person running the merchandise table, detour to the bar, and then come back along the other side to the stage. We helped her get back on the stage at the end. And then, during one of the encore songs, Frank crowd-surfed himself, WHILE SINGING, and we helped. He was sweaty. But I touched sweaty Frank Turner!
Our drive to Portland was fun on its own. We binged Frank Turner songs and brainstormed ideas for John’s band (because oh yeah, John’s in a band again and they’ve entered a contest and they had a gig a couple of weeks ago and they have another one next weekend and I’ll tell you all about that in a few days).
Late as it was (we hit the road at midnight), the drive home was kinda fun, too. We stuck to the decades stations on Sirius and had a sing-along to stay awake.
We ate at a southern BBQ place for dinner before the show which was…not bad. Total hipster restaurant, from the menu to the diners. At one table, there was a bearded guy wearing a black button down shirt and a matching black wool beanie on his head. At the very next table, there was a bearded guy wearing a gray button down shirt and a matching gray wool beanie on his head. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. The second guy had a toddler wearing a lumberjack flannel shirt.
WORST: Getting up this morning was not easy. I got 4, maybe 4 and a half hours of sleep before I had to get up and work. John didn’t have any morning meetings, so he slept longer.
There’s probably more, but I think I’m out of words. For now. Until tomorrow! I hope. If I have time. Because there’s more cool stuff happening tomorrow.
Huh. I can tell the exhaustion is setting in ’cause I can’t seem to stop. Stop. STOP.
No jury duty today! On the one hand, I’m happy because I don’t have to disrupt my life for it. (Where “disrupt” means what? Not work for the day? I probably could have handled that.) On the other hand, I’ve never done it, and I might enjoy it. I’ve never even gone to the courthouse to possibly get chosen for one. I’ve only been summoned twice, and both times I’ve found out the night before that I don’t have to go. Maybe next time. I do think it’s a little weird that I got one summons in VA over the course of 12 years and then got my OR summons in less than a year.
I did decide to put my “I can’t focus on work” minutes to learning ukulele chords instead of playing sudoku online. If I just do that for a few minutes every day, I might actually be able to play a song without fumbling through chord changes one of these days. I will consider that a major accomplishment. The next step will be singing and playing at the same time (!).
Doing it during the work day, using time I wasn’t working anyway (everyone needs a break!), makes me happy. Banjos might sound happier than ukuleles, but I think it’s a close race.
I don’t like the word “jamming”. I think it’s dumb when it refers to music. I like the concept just fine, but the word itself makes me uncomfortable. More when I use it than when others do, though. I feel like an imposter. Plus, it makes me think of making jam, and since that has NOTHING to do with music, the juxtaposition bothers me. I guess. Or something that makes more (or less) sense. Whatever.
That’s how I take a stand on something.
I’m thinking about it (and being made uncomfortable by the word) because the action is what’s happening in my basement right now. It’s just Will and John, and they sound good, and I like the stuff they’re coming up with. I’m happy to have it going on, but I would appreciate it someone would come up with a better word for it. Get on that, someone, would you?
Oh, weirdly, I’m totally okay with the jamming when it refers to blocking electronics.
We saw a Night Vale live show in Portland last night (Thursday night), and it was GREAT. There were a ton of people (the show was sold out), some dressed up (I saw Carlos the Scientist a couple of times, at least four glow clouds, and a ton of Night Vale t-shirts), most not, almost all fans of the show. John’s not crazy about it – he listened to a couple of episodes and didn’t like the narrator’s voice, which I think was also Corey’s problem with it – and the couple sitting next to it were walking in blind, too. It seems like a strange show to go to cold, but whatever. It was a lot of fun to see live. I’d go again if the opportunity arose.
The show always travels with a musician (or a band), and for our show, they had Erin McKeown, who I had only heard of because she performed the weather on the most recent episode of the show. I really liked that song, and I really liked the others she played. She went on first, played 6-8 songs, then the show started, and then she played the song from that last podcast episode as the weather for the show. During the show, she played alone (electric guitar only), but the recording I’ve heard it has a full band, and it’s awesome. You know what? You can hear it for yourself.
It is my fate in life to always have songs I don’t really know stuck in my head. It’s always the songs that I know one line of, or if I’m lucky, maybe the whole chorus. Right now, it’s “Do you know the way to San Jose? La la la-la la la, la-la la-la, la-la la-la,” followed immediately by “Do you know the way to San Jose? La la la-la la la, la-la la-la, la-la la-la,” OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
Make it stop. I don’t know the rest of the words, I don’t really want to know the rest of the words, and I just want to read my book about a spaceship captain trying to get her abandoned spaceship back into space without Dionne Warwick’s help.
Tip for Future Me: Don’t go out carousing the night Daylight Saving Time starts. You lose an hour of sleep and it hurts WAY more than it would any other weekend.
Jess and I went out last night. The plan was to have dinner out, call it an earlyish night, and get up early this morning to meet at her favorite bakery for a light breakfast. Some of that happened.
We were walking back from dinner (at Level, which was SO good) and it was only 10 something, so we decided to see if anyone was playing the piano at the upstairs piano bar at Middleton’s Tavern. We didn’t make it upstairs right away, though, because there was a band playing downstairs, and they were really good. People were dancing, and that’s all the invitation I need, so we joined the crowd and sang and danced. When the band took a break, the party moved upstairs. There was a guy on the piano, sort of half-pianist/singer, half-DJ (it was kind of strange), and he was really good and everyone was really happy, so the singing and dancing continued upstairs until he played two songs in a row we didn’t know/didn’t like. Back downstairs we went, back to the band (who played REALLY good stuff), with more dancing and singing (with the strangers who were following the same upstairs/downstairs patterns as us) right up until the band’s last set ended. I don’t know if the bar was closing, but it was certainly time for us to close, so we left then and headed home. It was maybe 1:45 when I walked in the door, and just a few minutes later, it was after 3am because I FORGOT ABOUT THE TIME CHANGE. Damn it.
Morning came early, but not as early as we’d planned. I still woke up just before 8am (EDT), feeling better than I had any right to feel, and I decided to suck it up and run over to meet Jess. She’s right about this bakery – I had a latte (forgot to order decaf) and a sugary delicious bun of some kind. Yummy. And then we took a 4-mile walk.
I may not have made great decisions last night, but this morning’s decisions have been okay (and I feel better for them). And to reward myself (and also get in one last visit before we move), we’re going to Ray’s for dinner. I am going to have the best steak in the world. And all the mashed potatoes. I could demolish some mashed potatoes right now.
I’ve got nothing tonight. Well, not nothing, but I can’t get back to what I had because “Roam” by the B-52s has inexplicably gotten stuck in my head. (It’s a little difficult not knowing ANY of the verses.) While I figure out what I thought I had, I’ll share with you.
Our apartment is directly across the street from the Naval Academy and just a little bit down the block from the Naval Academy chapel, where midshipmen get on the longest wait lists EVER to get married. I have yet to see a wedding there, but I rarely go on the yard. My view of the chapel is the back view, pretty much. But I can hear it! Bells chime on the quarter hour from 8am to 8pm daily. Sometimes I can tune them out, sometimes every quarter hour shoves me through the day. Most of the time I don’t mind them. What I’m not crazy about are the songs. At noon every day, after the bells ring the hour, they play “Eternal Father, Strong to Save”, and at 6pm every day, they play…something. I think it varies, and it’s not always recognizable. Sometimes it’s not even recognizable as a melody. Tonight, though, it was “Amazing Grace”. I think. I’m pretty sure.
The Naval Academy website has a page for the chapel but NOTHING about the bells. I found a 16-year-old article in the Washington Post about them, so now I know that they’re not rung by people (they’re digitized), I’m right about the Navy Hymn at noon every day, and apparently a hymn is selected at random from a database at 6pm every day. Although it also says that the organ was going to be hooked up eventually, so maybe eventually came during the last 16 years and some person on the organ is responsible for the 6pm hymns that don’t sound like anything melodic. I choose to believe that.
We’re about to trade constant bell-ringing for train chugging and whistles. Which will we prefer?
I have had this Andy Grammer song in my head for the last several days. It’s nothing great, but it’s catchy and upbeat and good to sing along to, but oh my god just get out of my head already! It keeps coming back. I wouldn’t mind so much except that it reminds me that he ALSO did a HORRIBLE song that I will not name that makes me think of Cotton Eye Joe (the awful dance version – you know which one I’m talking about). His horrible song and the association to Cotton Eye Joe make me ashamed to kind of like this one.
I am sharing with the hope that sharing will make it leave me alone. Find a new brain to bother! (Sorry, all new brains.)
While I’m on the subject of Christmas songs, I just heard this version of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” by Willie Nelson and Norah Jones. Willie Nelson’s delivery cracks me up. Half the time he’s talking more than singing, and sometimes he just sounds annoyed with poor Norah. I was quite amused.
I was doing some tedious work this afternoon, so I decided to start the Christmas music. All was going well for a while – I was working away and occasionally bopping along – until THE song came on my Pandora station.
My work came to an abrupt halt. Who can work when there’s singing to be done?
I love the Mariah Carey version, too, possibly more, but this is the one that came on and made me realize I HAVEN’T WATCHED LOVE ACTUALLY YET THIS YEAR.
We’ve decided we’re going to Christmas it up in Annapolis before we head to PA for the holiday, so we’ll enjoy the lights and the stores and everything this weekend, but we may have to sneak in a viewing of Love Actually, too. After Return of the Jedi, of course. We have priorities.
Last night, John and I went to see Colin Hay at the Birchmere in Alexandria (a bit of a haul for us now, although I guess it always was). I bought him tickets for his birthday, and when we got there (early) and waited and waited and waited, neither of us were convinced it was worth the drive. But then the show started. He was good. He was really good, and we really enjoyed it, and I want to buy all of his albums and learn all of his songs. But seriously, so many of them were SO sad! I cried THREE times. In between the songs (and in between the bouts of crying), he talked a lot, there was plenty of funny banter, and his accent is a weird combination of Scottish and Australian, so it was fascinating to hear him talk anyway.
Still, I want to hear more of his stuff. Without the crying.