Passerine
Last night I went out with Carrie and Heather to watch Heather's husband Miles play upright bass in his folk band, Passerine. They were playing in a restaurant so it was perfect: meet up for dinner, stay put, watch the show. I didn't feel like going out because I was doing my usual mope around th apartment thing but, as I expected and as usually happens when I force myself to go out with friends when I'd rather be in jammies, I had a great time.
Heather is the one who got my paintings in the art show at the library and I was partially going so I could give her the three paintings of mine she ordered. I wanted to keep the originals but promised to paint her up her own copies. When she went to pay me, she said, "It was $40 a piece, right?" I reminded her that, since she was getting a set of three, I had said I'd let her have them for $60 all together. She made a face and reached in her purse. "Here," she said, handing me a wad of cash, "I don't want you to argue." It was 120 bucks! Yikes! I was pretty stoked to be getting 60, but 120 was a great surprise and will go some ways towards helping my finances for the month. I don't live on much, so 120 bucks is a big deal to me, especially for some of my little ol' creatures!
My art is getting a bit of local recognition, at least, in large part thanks to friends like Heather and Carrie. Carrie has 2 of my paintings in her place, and when Heather was showing off her new paintings last night, a few people at the table got all excited and looked at me. "Oh my God, YOU'RE the one who does those? I LOVE the squid Carrie has!" Another guy chimed in, having seen my work at the library. "I love the one with the balloon animal taking a balloon poop!" I was a little abashed, but appreciative of the recognition and praise.
Heather is trying to get a gig playing with Miles at a nearby Starbucks and said that if I wanted, I could come set up while she plays, paint away, and during the set she'd plug my work and I could sell what I was painting at the time. Sweet!
She also said that, during one of the summer kids programs, a little 8-year-old wrinkled her nose at my balloon dog poop painting and said it was disgusting. Heather asked if she didn't think that balloon poop wasn't less gross than real poop. She was unconvinced. Yes, I've disgusted a prissy 8-year-old! Heather and Miles then asked me to make the balloon poop noise, which consists of sucking air in between my lips in a squeaking fashion that is, incidentally, beloved by terriers as well. Beloved in this case = wanting to bite your lips off.
Passerine played a looong time, 3 sets in all. They sounded great and folky, especially when Miles played his bass with a bow. I love upright bass! We left before they finished as even Heather was getting tired during the third hour. She's a good wife, though, in that she goes to every one of his performances and stays the whole time, but last night defeated her.
I left feeling pretty good about myself and thankful that I'm able to be friends with such groovy people. How do I do it? How do I attract these cool folks? I dunno!
Heather is the one who got my paintings in the art show at the library and I was partially going so I could give her the three paintings of mine she ordered. I wanted to keep the originals but promised to paint her up her own copies. When she went to pay me, she said, "It was $40 a piece, right?" I reminded her that, since she was getting a set of three, I had said I'd let her have them for $60 all together. She made a face and reached in her purse. "Here," she said, handing me a wad of cash, "I don't want you to argue." It was 120 bucks! Yikes! I was pretty stoked to be getting 60, but 120 was a great surprise and will go some ways towards helping my finances for the month. I don't live on much, so 120 bucks is a big deal to me, especially for some of my little ol' creatures!
My art is getting a bit of local recognition, at least, in large part thanks to friends like Heather and Carrie. Carrie has 2 of my paintings in her place, and when Heather was showing off her new paintings last night, a few people at the table got all excited and looked at me. "Oh my God, YOU'RE the one who does those? I LOVE the squid Carrie has!" Another guy chimed in, having seen my work at the library. "I love the one with the balloon animal taking a balloon poop!" I was a little abashed, but appreciative of the recognition and praise.
Heather is trying to get a gig playing with Miles at a nearby Starbucks and said that if I wanted, I could come set up while she plays, paint away, and during the set she'd plug my work and I could sell what I was painting at the time. Sweet!
She also said that, during one of the summer kids programs, a little 8-year-old wrinkled her nose at my balloon dog poop painting and said it was disgusting. Heather asked if she didn't think that balloon poop wasn't less gross than real poop. She was unconvinced. Yes, I've disgusted a prissy 8-year-old! Heather and Miles then asked me to make the balloon poop noise, which consists of sucking air in between my lips in a squeaking fashion that is, incidentally, beloved by terriers as well. Beloved in this case = wanting to bite your lips off.
Passerine played a looong time, 3 sets in all. They sounded great and folky, especially when Miles played his bass with a bow. I love upright bass! We left before they finished as even Heather was getting tired during the third hour. She's a good wife, though, in that she goes to every one of his performances and stays the whole time, but last night defeated her.
I left feeling pretty good about myself and thankful that I'm able to be friends with such groovy people. How do I do it? How do I attract these cool folks? I dunno!