This Week Today
It's been a pretty busy week for me, at least relative to how my weeks usually are. I already wrote about my anniversary dinner on Monday and seeing Aladdin on Broadway on Tuesday. On Wednesday, I started a temp assignment, my second since moving to New York, and the first that lasted more than a day. I've heard it might last until June, but I never regard such estimates as set in stone. I'm definitely hoping it lasts a while, as it's something I can put on my résumé when looking for future jobs.
Also on Wednesday, I saw Kim Boekbinder play at Pianos.
I've been a fan of hers for a while now, but haven't seen a solo show of hers. I learned of her existence when Vermillion Lies, her band with her sister Zoe, opened for Amanda Palmer in Philadelphia eight or so years ago. I believe she actually lives in the city, but travels a whole lot, or at least that's what her social media suggest. At this show, she played a set about forty-five minutes along, accompanied by a bass player and a drummer.
Kim played guitar and keyboard, although on some songs she just sang.
The set was heavily electronic, which seems to be the main direction she's been going recently. Many of the songs were from her 2013 album The Sky Is Calling. She wore an interesting outfit, starting out with a jacket and later removing it and leaving her colorful dress.
I introduced myself after the end of the set and told her I saw her before years earlier, and while she was nice about it, I'm always afraid I'm just being annoying when I say anything to a performer I don't know personally. On the other hand, I also feel I'm missing out if they hang around to talk to people and I DON'T say something. Why can't I ever come up with witty comments that cause minor celebrities to remember me? Well, maybe it's for the best; I've known too many people who didn't seem to respect artist/fan boundaries.
Today is the sixteenth anniversary of when Beth and I first met in Philadelphia after talking on the computer for a few months, and once on the phone. Beth loves the phone, and I find it awkward, but it was fun conversing with her that time. It was actually the night before I left school for winter break. Eight years ago, we met at the train station and went to the art museum, then returned to the station to eat some terrible pizza. I don't think that pizza place is even there anymore, although I haven't been to 30th Street Station in some time, as we usually take the bus when going through Philadelphia. Our official dating anniversary is the tenth of July, which is when I said on the phone that we could be a couple. It's generally easier to say the art museum was our first date, though, even though I didn't see it as a date at the time. Otherwise, I think the first time we went out while officially an item was to the Franklin Institute. We argued a lot that day, and I don't remember exactly when it was anyway. We had considered getting married on the fifth of March, but it didn't work out that way. What should we do to celebrate?
Also on Wednesday, I saw Kim Boekbinder play at Pianos.
I've been a fan of hers for a while now, but haven't seen a solo show of hers. I learned of her existence when Vermillion Lies, her band with her sister Zoe, opened for Amanda Palmer in Philadelphia eight or so years ago. I believe she actually lives in the city, but travels a whole lot, or at least that's what her social media suggest. At this show, she played a set about forty-five minutes along, accompanied by a bass player and a drummer.
Kim played guitar and keyboard, although on some songs she just sang.
The set was heavily electronic, which seems to be the main direction she's been going recently. Many of the songs were from her 2013 album The Sky Is Calling. She wore an interesting outfit, starting out with a jacket and later removing it and leaving her colorful dress.
I introduced myself after the end of the set and told her I saw her before years earlier, and while she was nice about it, I'm always afraid I'm just being annoying when I say anything to a performer I don't know personally. On the other hand, I also feel I'm missing out if they hang around to talk to people and I DON'T say something. Why can't I ever come up with witty comments that cause minor celebrities to remember me? Well, maybe it's for the best; I've known too many people who didn't seem to respect artist/fan boundaries.
Today is the sixteenth anniversary of when Beth and I first met in Philadelphia after talking on the computer for a few months, and once on the phone. Beth loves the phone, and I find it awkward, but it was fun conversing with her that time. It was actually the night before I left school for winter break. Eight years ago, we met at the train station and went to the art museum, then returned to the station to eat some terrible pizza. I don't think that pizza place is even there anymore, although I haven't been to 30th Street Station in some time, as we usually take the bus when going through Philadelphia. Our official dating anniversary is the tenth of July, which is when I said on the phone that we could be a couple. It's generally easier to say the art museum was our first date, though, even though I didn't see it as a date at the time. Otherwise, I think the first time we went out while officially an item was to the Franklin Institute. We argued a lot that day, and I don't remember exactly when it was anyway. We had considered getting married on the fifth of March, but it didn't work out that way. What should we do to celebrate?