WindyCon, The Rest Of It
Up and out of the room by 10:35. Unfortunately, the elevators were already filling up, and it took me a little time to get to the FuMP concert. Fortunately, everybody filled in; also fortunately, because Possible Oscar had to get on the road, we changed the planned format from a round-robin to a series of mini-concerts punctuated/interrupted/herded by ringmaster Luke. It worked out fine and better than fine. I set up merch at the back with Sara (having a micro garage sale) and Mike Nixon (watching Luke's stuff) and enjoyed POscar. I also finally had the chance to tell them in person how much I loved their cover of "Dead Again".
Luke and Carrie were up at various times, and so I probably have the order of these things wrong, but it really got insane when Eric Coleman took the stage. You know how he vamps until ready on a few of his songs so he can schtick his brains out? Well, at some point, about five minutes into his second ten-minute intro to a song -- and it was all hilarious, but this was perfect, he said something like, "Boy, I'm just digressing now" (as if he hadn't been for most of the past fifteen minutes) -- I got up.
I said "Enough is enough!"
I sat on the stage in front of him.
And I said I represented "Occupy Eric Coleman."
Eric just kept vampin'.
I encouraged people to come up and sit with me in front of the stage -- about a dozen did. I yelled for a Sharpie, and I made a sign. Eric actually got into his song, but just as he finished one verse, I started leading everyone in "Kumbaya."
I don't think any of us have laughed so hard in years. When the pictures are up, I will link to them, or if you took some you can link in comments. As we were breaking it up, our political mission accomplished, Eric leaned down and said, "I love you."
More Carrie, backed up by Luke. I love "Thor's Big Silver Hammer", and I hadn't actually listened to the final audio on "Pregnancy Is Strange" (for which I worked up the arrangement). Laughed my ass off.
(I did, however, unwittingly commit a major faux pas. Carrie, who is with child and doing the whole glowy thing, was wearing a shirt which reads, "Does this baby make me look fat?" I misread it, thinking it said, "Does this baby make me look hot?" I indicated the shirt, and told Carrie "Yes", and she looked at me funny, and I didn't know why until she told me after the concert and I got to actually see the shirt. I was falling all over myself to apologize. Dammit, I think the shirt, the way I read it, is much funnier, and more accurate -- Carrie looks great, all glowy and happy and stuff. Sounded really good, too.)
My little turn on stage went fine. Luke came up and helped for "Great Idea For A Song", and I did a few other things, and for some reason (I dunno -- maybe not singing it for two years) I completely lost the key of "Ultimate Ultimate Christmas". Still got away with it.
And then Luke (joined briefly by Carrie) finished with "Fanboy Christmas 3" ("It's a Fanboy Christmas / the third part of the carol / and now we're really scraping / the bottom of the barrel"). All in all, a heck of a lot of fun and energy and wheeeeee. And, while we were still quietly selling in the back, Christian Ready came in to show off Hubble pics. Glorious.
Closing ceremonies, many accolades all around, hugs, stuff. Frank Hayes pointed out that, from a congoer's point of view, there were no problems. None. Nothing. Everything ran pretty smoothly, and it was all fun. Next year's literary GOH is Seanan; next year's filk GOH is Amy. The theme is zombies. YOU KNOW YOU MUST BE THERE.
And, meandering out and getting hugs (Pam and Pat and Brenda and Amy and and and) and saying final goodbye and stuff, and I got on the road just before 4:00 local, and got home in almost exactly four hours. Yeah.
So, many kudos to con chair Richard and his superb staff for putting on a great Windy. Many thanks to Lizzie and Sara and Lady Cheron and Sally for helping me out, and just for being around. Many more thanks to Toyboat, and to Dave Ifverson on sound (with able assistance by Bill Roper). Many thanks to all of you, for helping to make this a really kick-ass con, not just this year but every year.
Sigh.
I have lyrics I must work on. I have to get groceries and pay a couple of bills and fill out some medical paperwork. And then I have to explore Skyrim. What's your week look like?
This entry was originally posted at http://filkertom.dreamwidth.org/426657.html. You may comment there or here, although LJ tends to have a livelier conversation at this time.
Luke and Carrie were up at various times, and so I probably have the order of these things wrong, but it really got insane when Eric Coleman took the stage. You know how he vamps until ready on a few of his songs so he can schtick his brains out? Well, at some point, about five minutes into his second ten-minute intro to a song -- and it was all hilarious, but this was perfect, he said something like, "Boy, I'm just digressing now" (as if he hadn't been for most of the past fifteen minutes) -- I got up.
I said "Enough is enough!"
I sat on the stage in front of him.
And I said I represented "Occupy Eric Coleman."
Eric just kept vampin'.
I encouraged people to come up and sit with me in front of the stage -- about a dozen did. I yelled for a Sharpie, and I made a sign. Eric actually got into his song, but just as he finished one verse, I started leading everyone in "Kumbaya."
I don't think any of us have laughed so hard in years. When the pictures are up, I will link to them, or if you took some you can link in comments. As we were breaking it up, our political mission accomplished, Eric leaned down and said, "I love you."
More Carrie, backed up by Luke. I love "Thor's Big Silver Hammer", and I hadn't actually listened to the final audio on "Pregnancy Is Strange" (for which I worked up the arrangement). Laughed my ass off.
(I did, however, unwittingly commit a major faux pas. Carrie, who is with child and doing the whole glowy thing, was wearing a shirt which reads, "Does this baby make me look fat?" I misread it, thinking it said, "Does this baby make me look hot?" I indicated the shirt, and told Carrie "Yes", and she looked at me funny, and I didn't know why until she told me after the concert and I got to actually see the shirt. I was falling all over myself to apologize. Dammit, I think the shirt, the way I read it, is much funnier, and more accurate -- Carrie looks great, all glowy and happy and stuff. Sounded really good, too.)
My little turn on stage went fine. Luke came up and helped for "Great Idea For A Song", and I did a few other things, and for some reason (I dunno -- maybe not singing it for two years) I completely lost the key of "Ultimate Ultimate Christmas". Still got away with it.
And then Luke (joined briefly by Carrie) finished with "Fanboy Christmas 3" ("It's a Fanboy Christmas / the third part of the carol / and now we're really scraping / the bottom of the barrel"). All in all, a heck of a lot of fun and energy and wheeeeee. And, while we were still quietly selling in the back, Christian Ready came in to show off Hubble pics. Glorious.
Closing ceremonies, many accolades all around, hugs, stuff. Frank Hayes pointed out that, from a congoer's point of view, there were no problems. None. Nothing. Everything ran pretty smoothly, and it was all fun. Next year's literary GOH is Seanan; next year's filk GOH is Amy. The theme is zombies. YOU KNOW YOU MUST BE THERE.
And, meandering out and getting hugs (Pam and Pat and Brenda and Amy and and and) and saying final goodbye and stuff, and I got on the road just before 4:00 local, and got home in almost exactly four hours. Yeah.
So, many kudos to con chair Richard and his superb staff for putting on a great Windy. Many thanks to Lizzie and Sara and Lady Cheron and Sally for helping me out, and just for being around. Many more thanks to Toyboat, and to Dave Ifverson on sound (with able assistance by Bill Roper). Many thanks to all of you, for helping to make this a really kick-ass con, not just this year but every year.
Sigh.
I have lyrics I must work on. I have to get groceries and pay a couple of bills and fill out some medical paperwork. And then I have to explore Skyrim. What's your week look like?
This entry was originally posted at http://filkertom.dreamwidth.org/426657.html. You may comment there or here, although LJ tends to have a livelier conversation at this time.