Here you are, among the top one hundred and five concert acts today. What's your secret, guys?
That's right, I'm updating from work because I don't yet have internet installed in my new place. I moved in on Saturday and unpacked everything yesterday. Today was supposed to be my day to call the cable company and get everything set up but, as luck would have it, my manager is stuck under a cloud of volcanic ash in London so I'm covering for her on my day off. That's OK, however, because I should have a five-day weekend at some point as a result.
Anyways, the main reason for this entry is just brag about how I met LaBamba. Oh, and saw Conan perform or whatever...
After an afternoon spent hauling all of my furniture and personal belongings into my 19th story condo, my sister and I headed on over to a tent in the middle of nowhere, somewhere on the Albertan prairies for Conan's Legally Prohibited From Being Funny on Television Tour. Literally. It was an actual fucking tent. With folding chairs. That I paid 97.50 each for. Folding chairs. The venue is only a couple of years old and generally attracts acts like Jay Leno and Loverboy so I had not had any prior reason to venture out there and therefore did not know what to expect. Based on the quality of some of the other performance venues in the Edmonton area, however, I was definitely not expecting folding chairs. All I can say for the venue is they must have one hell of a promotional department to land an act like Conan over a place like the Winspear (which I could have walked to and which would have provided me with comfy auditorium seating, thank you very much).
But I am not complaining (much). I'm still in shock that Conan and the tour organizers even chose Edmonton as a stop to begin with so the show itself more than made up for the tent (and the shitty beer selection: Coors and Molson? Vomit). Conan string-danced in an Oilers jersey and Andy made fun of West Edmonton Mall (the replica of the Santa Maria does represent Columbus' well documented love of shopping) and the Athabasca oil sands (take THAT, you heartless oil conglomerates!). I met LaBamba (he sang the "In The Year 2000" song and was just funny and adorable in general) and Mark Pender (the picture did not turn out well at all, unfortunately) and spent too much money on tour merchandise. Conan et al had flown to Edmonton from Spokane at 6 AM, the morning after their show in Spokane, put on a fantastic show, in a tent, on two or three hours of sleep only to have to fly back to Seattle four hours later. I really could not have asked for more.
And now the wait for his return to television begins.
Anyways, the main reason for this entry is just brag about how I met LaBamba. Oh, and saw Conan perform or whatever...
After an afternoon spent hauling all of my furniture and personal belongings into my 19th story condo, my sister and I headed on over to a tent in the middle of nowhere, somewhere on the Albertan prairies for Conan's Legally Prohibited From Being Funny on Television Tour. Literally. It was an actual fucking tent. With folding chairs. That I paid 97.50 each for. Folding chairs. The venue is only a couple of years old and generally attracts acts like Jay Leno and Loverboy so I had not had any prior reason to venture out there and therefore did not know what to expect. Based on the quality of some of the other performance venues in the Edmonton area, however, I was definitely not expecting folding chairs. All I can say for the venue is they must have one hell of a promotional department to land an act like Conan over a place like the Winspear (which I could have walked to and which would have provided me with comfy auditorium seating, thank you very much).
But I am not complaining (much). I'm still in shock that Conan and the tour organizers even chose Edmonton as a stop to begin with so the show itself more than made up for the tent (and the shitty beer selection: Coors and Molson? Vomit). Conan string-danced in an Oilers jersey and Andy made fun of West Edmonton Mall (the replica of the Santa Maria does represent Columbus' well documented love of shopping) and the Athabasca oil sands (take THAT, you heartless oil conglomerates!). I met LaBamba (he sang the "In The Year 2000" song and was just funny and adorable in general) and Mark Pender (the picture did not turn out well at all, unfortunately) and spent too much money on tour merchandise. Conan et al had flown to Edmonton from Spokane at 6 AM, the morning after their show in Spokane, put on a fantastic show, in a tent, on two or three hours of sleep only to have to fly back to Seattle four hours later. I really could not have asked for more.
And now the wait for his return to television begins.