Trapper & Praat
I saw Chris Trapper at the Lilac Festival last Friday. I took one picture of the crowd and one of the stage, then just sat back and enjoyed the music. And a PB&J. Some of you will recall that I saw Trapper perform a few months back in a very different setting. I think I preferred the Water Street show's feel, but the setlist of the Lilac Festival. There was a really cute toddler behind me. He waved when I smiled at him. I was just to the left of the soundboard for sound-geekery but it's been so long & I never knew enough. (See also: sitting 5 rows behind the light board at The German House.) To my left was a young-middle-aged (I give UP on age perception) couple that reminded me of KK's parents, which means nothing to any of you. The husband was wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt for some marathon over a BeerAdvocate t. I liked that. But I was too scared to start a conversation with him. Yes, Knile can be shy. THEY'RE STRANGERS.
Chris Trapper backed by Burning Daylight
2007-05-11, Main Stage, Lilac Festival, Rochester, NY
Paint The Town (I really ought to have that album)
Gone Again
Stage banter: "Hello Lilac Festival!... That is the LEAST rock 'n' roll thing I've ever said. Let's try that again. HELLO ROCHESTER!!"
Forget Me
Any Little Town (acoustic for this & next 3?)
Better Half
Wish I Was Cool
Feelings Without Weight
Away We Go (solo, ukulele) >
Smoke On The Water tease >
Away We Go
Keg On My Coffin (electric)
Boston Girl
Everything Shines
Waiting, Watching, Wishing
At the end of the set, Chris said he'd be in the WBER tent signing CDs & stuff. It never occurs to me to take such things along. *sigh* I kicked myself at the TMBG show, at which I did not make setlist notes but you can find one here, for not having earplugs. Totally different situation. You know, I'd forgotten until just now that I'd had some minor damage that night. Things were better by Sunday. Sweet. I never remember to take earplugs to shows. I know I've talked about it before (Funny: I originally wrote that tag as A BOUT.), but I'm not in the habit of going to concerts that frequently, let alone being properly prepared for them. Getting back to the WBER point, some of you may know that I have a slightly strange relationship with my barber, Pat. I cannot quite describe it. But for those of you who don't know, he's a 70ish guy who's lived in Rochester his entire life. Sometimes, he remembers who I am & my details, other times not so well. I don't chalk it up to dementia or actual cognitive decline, but to the fact that I don't get my hair cut often enough. He's a busy guy with lots to do and he really does have his act together in every other way. Besides, who wants a barber with dementia? It came up on Friday that I was going to the Trapper show and his response was "I LOVE THAT GUY!" I thought Pat was pulling my chain, but no: Pat's nephew Joey is the station manager at WBER. Joey allegedly helped get Trapper's name out there, and so Pat's met the entire Trapper family. And has 2 CDs.
Oh, and the Mike Doughty show was "eh". Might've just been me.
I was very happy today to read about some changes recently made to Praat. I AM A HUGE NERD. (It's the stereo stuff that mostly cheers me up. The Audacity incompatibility was fixed a while back, IIRC.) Upon reading that web page a second time, I discovered my Yahoo mail account has been deactivated. Oops. Oh well.
It's been a weird day. I was up late trying to work on clipart that my thumb drive had killed/mangled & making a midnight airport run. Going to the airport in the middle of the night reminds me of trips to India. Particularly leaving there.
Slight diversion: I've been reading e-mails volleyed among my dad's cousins (have I written about this here?) in their quest to learn more about the family's history, particularly sharing their own fond memories of childhood & learning more about the 2 generations before them. These are his cousins on his father's side, so some of us share a last name, but not as many as I'd think. For the first time ever, I learned of that family's roots in Bangladesh. I've known for a while that my father's mother (Bamma) was born there (do some obvious math, it was still India then) but I'd just assumed, perhaps foolishly, that the rest of the family come from what's still India. Perhaps because the family's still based in Calcutta. But, yes, at least my father's father's father comes from "a picture-postcard" village in Kumilla. I cannot pretend to understand the administrative divisions of my ancestral land. Even with Wikipedia's help. And GEarth/GMaps are pathetic. Alas. So, this presents an interesting quandary but not really at all for me as to describing my heritage: Nobody in my family has ever lived in the country called Bangladesh, but they come from land that is now that country. When they were there, it was India. Oh, politics & ethnicity. I've sort of thought of this issue for myself before on this point (see the bit about Bamma) but now it's twice as... true? I often think of this for people whose ancestry comes from land that's bounced between Poland & Ukraine. Somebody can correctly inform me of that history, if they so choose. In the words of Jackie Chan, Who Am I?
Right, so, weird day. I got very little sleep, what with the clip-art and the procrastination and the laaaaate night Gchat club. I had told myself that I'd get up early for coffee & errands & prepping for a meeting, then a friend was to come in from out of town for an afternoon the Lilac Festival. Said friend woke me up (shortly after I should've been up) with a cancellation text message due to threats of really crappy weather. Sigh. But I was already up, just.. exhausted with a whole packed morning planned, but with a now-empty afternoon. What to do? Run late and experience weirdness apparently: The weather was being crazy all morning, then there was a woman at Starbucks with a (lost/stray/sick?) ADORABLE puppy wrapped in her sweater. At CVS, I refused to buy anything that required employee intervention. This meant I did NOT get pseudoephedrine nor toothbrush heads nor my razor cartridges. I refuse to bow to that government nonsense or that business practice. Harrumph, I say! The weather since this morning has been gorgeous, though gusty and slightly threatening. I was running super-late on my meeting prep, which was sort of okay in the real world. But not really in the Neil-world. I ended up getting some good (unexpected) work done this morning, feeling good about things, then I told myself just after noon that I should eat lunch & get cracking on the brand-new to-do list I made myself. Guess what I've done? I've heated lunch and had a few bites, but mostly have not been productive in the least. BAH. We'll see what the evening brings (cross your fingers for sleep), and maybe more importantly, what tomorrow brings...
I've spent WAY too much time on this entry. And you probably have too. My humblest apologies.
Chris Trapper backed by Burning Daylight
2007-05-11, Main Stage, Lilac Festival, Rochester, NY
Paint The Town (I really ought to have that album)
Gone Again
Stage banter: "Hello Lilac Festival!... That is the LEAST rock 'n' roll thing I've ever said. Let's try that again. HELLO ROCHESTER!!"
Forget Me
Any Little Town (acoustic for this & next 3?)
Better Half
Wish I Was Cool
Feelings Without Weight
Away We Go (solo, ukulele) >
Smoke On The Water tease >
Away We Go
Keg On My Coffin (electric)
Boston Girl
Everything Shines
Waiting, Watching, Wishing
At the end of the set, Chris said he'd be in the WBER tent signing CDs & stuff. It never occurs to me to take such things along. *sigh* I kicked myself at the TMBG show, at which I did not make setlist notes but you can find one here, for not having earplugs. Totally different situation. You know, I'd forgotten until just now that I'd had some minor damage that night. Things were better by Sunday. Sweet. I never remember to take earplugs to shows. I know I've talked about it before (Funny: I originally wrote that tag as A BOUT.), but I'm not in the habit of going to concerts that frequently, let alone being properly prepared for them. Getting back to the WBER point, some of you may know that I have a slightly strange relationship with my barber, Pat. I cannot quite describe it. But for those of you who don't know, he's a 70ish guy who's lived in Rochester his entire life. Sometimes, he remembers who I am & my details, other times not so well. I don't chalk it up to dementia or actual cognitive decline, but to the fact that I don't get my hair cut often enough. He's a busy guy with lots to do and he really does have his act together in every other way. Besides, who wants a barber with dementia? It came up on Friday that I was going to the Trapper show and his response was "I LOVE THAT GUY!" I thought Pat was pulling my chain, but no: Pat's nephew Joey is the station manager at WBER. Joey allegedly helped get Trapper's name out there, and so Pat's met the entire Trapper family. And has 2 CDs.
Oh, and the Mike Doughty show was "eh". Might've just been me.
I was very happy today to read about some changes recently made to Praat. I AM A HUGE NERD. (It's the stereo stuff that mostly cheers me up. The Audacity incompatibility was fixed a while back, IIRC.) Upon reading that web page a second time, I discovered my Yahoo mail account has been deactivated. Oops. Oh well.
It's been a weird day. I was up late trying to work on clipart that my thumb drive had killed/mangled & making a midnight airport run. Going to the airport in the middle of the night reminds me of trips to India. Particularly leaving there.
Slight diversion: I've been reading e-mails volleyed among my dad's cousins (have I written about this here?) in their quest to learn more about the family's history, particularly sharing their own fond memories of childhood & learning more about the 2 generations before them. These are his cousins on his father's side, so some of us share a last name, but not as many as I'd think. For the first time ever, I learned of that family's roots in Bangladesh. I've known for a while that my father's mother (Bamma) was born there (do some obvious math, it was still India then) but I'd just assumed, perhaps foolishly, that the rest of the family come from what's still India. Perhaps because the family's still based in Calcutta. But, yes, at least my father's father's father comes from "a picture-postcard" village in Kumilla. I cannot pretend to understand the administrative divisions of my ancestral land. Even with Wikipedia's help. And GEarth/GMaps are pathetic. Alas. So, this presents an interesting quandary but not really at all for me as to describing my heritage: Nobody in my family has ever lived in the country called Bangladesh, but they come from land that is now that country. When they were there, it was India. Oh, politics & ethnicity. I've sort of thought of this issue for myself before on this point (see the bit about Bamma) but now it's twice as... true? I often think of this for people whose ancestry comes from land that's bounced between Poland & Ukraine. Somebody can correctly inform me of that history, if they so choose. In the words of Jackie Chan, Who Am I?
Right, so, weird day. I got very little sleep, what with the clip-art and the procrastination and the laaaaate night Gchat club. I had told myself that I'd get up early for coffee & errands & prepping for a meeting, then a friend was to come in from out of town for an afternoon the Lilac Festival. Said friend woke me up (shortly after I should've been up) with a cancellation text message due to threats of really crappy weather. Sigh. But I was already up, just.. exhausted with a whole packed morning planned, but with a now-empty afternoon. What to do? Run late and experience weirdness apparently: The weather was being crazy all morning, then there was a woman at Starbucks with a (lost/stray/sick?) ADORABLE puppy wrapped in her sweater. At CVS, I refused to buy anything that required employee intervention. This meant I did NOT get pseudoephedrine nor toothbrush heads nor my razor cartridges. I refuse to bow to that government nonsense or that business practice. Harrumph, I say! The weather since this morning has been gorgeous, though gusty and slightly threatening. I was running super-late on my meeting prep, which was sort of okay in the real world. But not really in the Neil-world. I ended up getting some good (unexpected) work done this morning, feeling good about things, then I told myself just after noon that I should eat lunch & get cracking on the brand-new to-do list I made myself. Guess what I've done? I've heated lunch and had a few bites, but mostly have not been productive in the least. BAH. We'll see what the evening brings (cross your fingers for sleep), and maybe more importantly, what tomorrow brings...
I've spent WAY too much time on this entry. And you probably have too. My humblest apologies.