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Update.
It's been quite sometime since I've made one of these.
Life has been pretty wild in the Rose City. The rain has arrived, but it's been nicer than expected, save for when our heater mysteriously blew out. I fixed it once, it blew out again, and I dis-assembled it until I arrived at a sign that read "stop here or risk blowing up your whole God-damned house". So I stopped, sighed, and called the heating company. Battles are much more easily won when the cost isn't your house on fire.
I cut a huge flap of skin off my thumb while trying to wrangle my original 1979 Joy Division poster into a glass frame. As noted by at least a dozen people, the bloodletting seems all too perfect considering the band. Funny. You never realize the benefit of homo-sapien-ness until your thumb doesn't oppose.
Last night, we got all fancied up and met Seano, Tom, and Brandy at the Bagdad for AN AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION SCREENING OF MOULIN ROUGE. What?! It was like Rocky Horror for adults, and unspeakably badass. There was a burlesque girl competition, a heinous-yet-talented pole dancer, and a CanCan dance-off before hand.
Here's the Bagdad Theatre, on Hawthore in SE Portland. It's pretty much the wickedist theatre around:
Christina looking super cute on the way to the theatre.
After a rousing night of singing Bowie, Elton, Madonna, Police and all the other Moulin Rouge hits, we hit up the Back Stage Bar, which was constructed from the 4-story space that used to hold the curtains and pulleys behind the Bagdad's stage (theatre folks know what I mean). We chatted up Brandy and her husband until close, and collected Tom who was wearing a cape with his white Richard D. James suit. Yup.
I came across a Hammond M-102 at the Goodwill Bins for $30 yesterday, and bought it. Today, there was a free one on Craigslist, followed by a Wurlitzer 200A for $100. Both were gone by the time I called. When life throws you lemons, I suppose you could list them for free on Craigslist as well. By the way, I'm specifically not getting a data plan for my phone so that I won't have the ability to Craigslist 24/7. There comes a point when you look around your house and say, "damn, I think I have too many Hammond organs." Also, I'm going to have to eventually enlist some testosterone-endowed assistance to attempt moving this 300lb organ from the living room up the steep stairs into my studio, made much more difficult with the aforementioned lack of opposing thumb.
Oh, and that's what you get, all you people that felt sorry for the dumbass balloon boy. That's what you get.
It's been quite sometime since I've made one of these.
Life has been pretty wild in the Rose City. The rain has arrived, but it's been nicer than expected, save for when our heater mysteriously blew out. I fixed it once, it blew out again, and I dis-assembled it until I arrived at a sign that read "stop here or risk blowing up your whole God-damned house". So I stopped, sighed, and called the heating company. Battles are much more easily won when the cost isn't your house on fire.
I cut a huge flap of skin off my thumb while trying to wrangle my original 1979 Joy Division poster into a glass frame. As noted by at least a dozen people, the bloodletting seems all too perfect considering the band. Funny. You never realize the benefit of homo-sapien-ness until your thumb doesn't oppose.
Last night, we got all fancied up and met Seano, Tom, and Brandy at the Bagdad for AN AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION SCREENING OF MOULIN ROUGE. What?! It was like Rocky Horror for adults, and unspeakably badass. There was a burlesque girl competition, a heinous-yet-talented pole dancer, and a CanCan dance-off before hand.
Here's the Bagdad Theatre, on Hawthore in SE Portland. It's pretty much the wickedist theatre around:
Christina looking super cute on the way to the theatre.
After a rousing night of singing Bowie, Elton, Madonna, Police and all the other Moulin Rouge hits, we hit up the Back Stage Bar, which was constructed from the 4-story space that used to hold the curtains and pulleys behind the Bagdad's stage (theatre folks know what I mean). We chatted up Brandy and her husband until close, and collected Tom who was wearing a cape with his white Richard D. James suit. Yup.
I came across a Hammond M-102 at the Goodwill Bins for $30 yesterday, and bought it. Today, there was a free one on Craigslist, followed by a Wurlitzer 200A for $100. Both were gone by the time I called. When life throws you lemons, I suppose you could list them for free on Craigslist as well. By the way, I'm specifically not getting a data plan for my phone so that I won't have the ability to Craigslist 24/7. There comes a point when you look around your house and say, "damn, I think I have too many Hammond organs." Also, I'm going to have to eventually enlist some testosterone-endowed assistance to attempt moving this 300lb organ from the living room up the steep stairs into my studio, made much more difficult with the aforementioned lack of opposing thumb.
Oh, and that's what you get, all you people that felt sorry for the dumbass balloon boy. That's what you get.