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Goshdarnit, two bits of musical bad news at the same time today.
1) I will not have my new mandolin for another month yet. I may cave in and cancel my order, and resign myself to wandering the streets of Chicago searching for something with a good story behind it. Goshdarn you, Washburn! At least be honest about how far you're backed up on orders! Apparently there are still people who were supposed to get theirs by Christmas. Grrr.
2) They moved the Mountain Goats/John Vanderslice concert out of the church, and into a place with seats. Last time I saw JV there were seats and I hate concerts with seats. No one stands up and dances, the crowd is dead and it's also harder to find a good spot. I mean, sure, the church would've had pews, but people have to squeeze together on pews so it's more personal... and it's a church. How much cooler can you get for an acoustic show? But noooo, let's move it to the fairly pretty restored theatre that is lovely except it's designed for movies and not concerts. I mean, sure, there isn't really dancing at most concerts anyway, but a mass of people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, bobbing their heads is still better than a mass of people separated by armrests and refusing to sing along because comfortable chairs discourage singing or something. Grrrrr! If I am allowed to stand in the aisle the entire time, I will. Look at how tiny these people look. Look at how no one is standing! Man. I do not want to sit when I could be standing in a crowd staring in awe up at John Darnielle. (Oh well, at least I'll get to see him. I'm still trying to decide whether he'll effectively counteract Neil Gaiman's nefarious writing-mojo black hole.)
And I'm sick. I was talking to a borrower on the phone today, and my voice just kept cracking and disappearing and now I'm sniffly, have no voice, and I'm sore all over. I think it probably sounded like I was crying... it's not often the borrower gets to sound like the emotionally stable one. Siiiigh. At least it was sunny today, otherwise I'd already be holed up in bed and refusing to move until tomorrow.
1) I will not have my new mandolin for another month yet. I may cave in and cancel my order, and resign myself to wandering the streets of Chicago searching for something with a good story behind it. Goshdarn you, Washburn! At least be honest about how far you're backed up on orders! Apparently there are still people who were supposed to get theirs by Christmas. Grrr.
2) They moved the Mountain Goats/John Vanderslice concert out of the church, and into a place with seats. Last time I saw JV there were seats and I hate concerts with seats. No one stands up and dances, the crowd is dead and it's also harder to find a good spot. I mean, sure, the church would've had pews, but people have to squeeze together on pews so it's more personal... and it's a church. How much cooler can you get for an acoustic show? But noooo, let's move it to the fairly pretty restored theatre that is lovely except it's designed for movies and not concerts. I mean, sure, there isn't really dancing at most concerts anyway, but a mass of people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, bobbing their heads is still better than a mass of people separated by armrests and refusing to sing along because comfortable chairs discourage singing or something. Grrrrr! If I am allowed to stand in the aisle the entire time, I will. Look at how tiny these people look. Look at how no one is standing! Man. I do not want to sit when I could be standing in a crowd staring in awe up at John Darnielle. (Oh well, at least I'll get to see him. I'm still trying to decide whether he'll effectively counteract Neil Gaiman's nefarious writing-mojo black hole.)
And I'm sick. I was talking to a borrower on the phone today, and my voice just kept cracking and disappearing and now I'm sniffly, have no voice, and I'm sore all over. I think it probably sounded like I was crying... it's not often the borrower gets to sound like the emotionally stable one. Siiiigh. At least it was sunny today, otherwise I'd already be holed up in bed and refusing to move until tomorrow.