the text rambles, but there is a theme and it might be the undead
So, er, Thursday was spent in a haze of hospital visitation and fretting, as my grandmother-what-raised me had been rushed to the hospital earlier in the week over a potential heart attack, which she hadn't wanted to bother anyone about, and hey, it's all probably okay can she get a ride home. Acquiring release paperwork and therefore getting her home took many more hours than it was supposed to because the hospital is absolutely overrun with emergency flu patients. So after three weeks of illness and one of finally feeling better, I have a cold. Which I picked up at a hospital. Like you do. After years of incidents like this with Nan (and her husband, until his death last winter), I have reached a point where major family health emergencies with no casualties are a thing you just sort of go about your week after, as best you can. So I did.
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Friday, I basically slept through the day catching up on rest and stayed close to home. I did, however, save up what little energy I had to prop myself up in a corner at a show in inconveniently distant DC in the evening. I'd promised a dear friend who works as a sound tech that I'd come out to see a band he's become fond of and friends with, in a genre I wouldn't normally like, and to finally meet his new girlfriend, and I couldn't quite let myself bail on that. I am coming to believe that in just the right venue, under the right circumstances, I can learn to like any genre of music. Dosed up on sudafed and zyrtec and caffeine and lager, celebrating Carnivale at the dingy sideshow Black Cat in DC, I learned to like the blues, at least when played live. The band being called "Jonny Grave and the Tombstones" probably had something to do with it. They're high-energy talented musicians who work well together to put on a great live show, and true to our sound tech's word they are also unbelievably nice people. I hope to see them again, closer to home.
The venue doesn't allow flash photography, and I still haven't replaced my main camera body which is useless in low light, so I haven't many good photos of the headlining band, or of the sideshow or burlesque performers that went on between bands. I did, however, catch one of the sideshow performers standing still and watching an opening band for long enough to get a picture that amuses me. Bonus zombie:
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Friday, I basically slept through the day catching up on rest and stayed close to home. I did, however, save up what little energy I had to prop myself up in a corner at a show in inconveniently distant DC in the evening. I'd promised a dear friend who works as a sound tech that I'd come out to see a band he's become fond of and friends with, in a genre I wouldn't normally like, and to finally meet his new girlfriend, and I couldn't quite let myself bail on that. I am coming to believe that in just the right venue, under the right circumstances, I can learn to like any genre of music. Dosed up on sudafed and zyrtec and caffeine and lager, celebrating Carnivale at the dingy sideshow Black Cat in DC, I learned to like the blues, at least when played live. The band being called "Jonny Grave and the Tombstones" probably had something to do with it. They're high-energy talented musicians who work well together to put on a great live show, and true to our sound tech's word they are also unbelievably nice people. I hope to see them again, closer to home.
The venue doesn't allow flash photography, and I still haven't replaced my main camera body which is useless in low light, so I haven't many good photos of the headlining band, or of the sideshow or burlesque performers that went on between bands. I did, however, catch one of the sideshow performers standing still and watching an opening band for long enough to get a picture that amuses me. Bonus zombie: