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The Magnetic Fields show last night was fabulous. Well, let me back up a bit. The Magnetic Fields themselves were fabulous, there was a good mix of songs from "i" and "69 Love Songs" and some of the older stuff thrown in (like "All the Umbrellas in London" from "Get Lost"). Did you know there's now, as it was phrased, "a disco remix of 'I Thought I Was Your Boyfriend'"? Neither did I, but you know any disco remix has got my name all over it. The opening act, Darren Hanlon, was pretty amusing; there was even a song about squash (the sport), because y'know there just aren't enough songs about squash. May have to hunt down his CDs sometime.
Oh yeah, and I've been taken by a desire to learn to play the cello. Somehow I can't imagine though that living with a rank beginner would be much better than living with someone just learning to play the bagpipes, so probably I'll spare The One I Live With that sort of torment. Or buy him the Bose noise-cancelling headphones. ;)
The not so fabulous: Birchmere parking, in which by design if you get there early you're going to be parked in and have to wait for whoever got there later to leave, people who insist on talking reasonably loudly during a quiet show, four and a half hours worth of chairs designed to only be comfortable for about 30 minutes thanks to getting there early, and the fact that despite the schedule saying repeatedly "Dinner and doors at 8" there was no food at last night's show. Which would not have been a problem if I'd known before I got there and so had been able to stop at a drive-through on the way to the show; as it was, I didn't get to eat dinner until after 1 AM. If you're planning on going to tonight's show and counting on being able to grab a bite there, might want to call ahead and check on that first. *shrug* They lost my beer revenue on that, as I had no desire to drink after having had nothing to eat since about noon. Based on the consumption levels of the people sitting next to me though, I'm pretty sure their bottom line is not even going to notice my lack of contribution.
Oh yeah, and I've been taken by a desire to learn to play the cello. Somehow I can't imagine though that living with a rank beginner would be much better than living with someone just learning to play the bagpipes, so probably I'll spare The One I Live With that sort of torment. Or buy him the Bose noise-cancelling headphones. ;)
The not so fabulous: Birchmere parking, in which by design if you get there early you're going to be parked in and have to wait for whoever got there later to leave, people who insist on talking reasonably loudly during a quiet show, four and a half hours worth of chairs designed to only be comfortable for about 30 minutes thanks to getting there early, and the fact that despite the schedule saying repeatedly "Dinner and doors at 8" there was no food at last night's show. Which would not have been a problem if I'd known before I got there and so had been able to stop at a drive-through on the way to the show; as it was, I didn't get to eat dinner until after 1 AM. If you're planning on going to tonight's show and counting on being able to grab a bite there, might want to call ahead and check on that first. *shrug* They lost my beer revenue on that, as I had no desire to drink after having had nothing to eat since about noon. Based on the consumption levels of the people sitting next to me though, I'm pretty sure their bottom line is not even going to notice my lack of contribution.