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Salvation Is Where You Find it

Just another one of those days – nothing fatal, but it’s a good thing the good nuns of Christ the King Elementary school beat the 5th Commandment into me at a young age.

Between the crash on the freeway that turned a 35 minute drive into a two-hour one (why were they towing a boat THAT big with a pickup truck THAT small and just how fast were they going down that 7% incline?!), the couple of people into whom you can’t just slap some sense no matter how much they need it, and the multiple freakin’ idiots playing “Cannonball Run” with real cars and my (way too close to being terminated painfully) life on the way home, it was a good sign from the Universe when this was waiting:

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Look it up. (Thanks, Matt!)

And tonight’s Saturday Night Safety Dance, turned up WAY TOO LOUD, doesn’t hurt.

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Juicy Chunks O’ Wisdom For Tuesday, June 9th

‘Cause I read the comments, that’s why.

  • The dog survived her day and night alone with me.
  • Saw a huge accident on the other side of the freeway when I was heading home from the hangar. Many fire trucks, cops, and ambulances, three and a half of the four lanes blocked, traffic backed up for ten miles. Big surprise, given that we’ve gotten rain (so, so, SO weird for SoCal) from the remains of Hurricane Blanca after it pummeled Cabo San Lucas. On the other hand, our side of the freeway was cruising right along at 65+ up until some freakin’ moron decided to slow down to 5 mph in the #2 lane so that he could watch the carnage. That’s a special kind of freakin’ stupid!
  • Of course you’ve seen the first full trailer for “The Astronaut.” Of course. It’s okay, go watch it again. (Watch it in Hi-Def. On a big screen. With the sound turned waaaay up.)
  • The third best thing about how Jessie deals with the absence of The Long-Suffering Wife is the way her ears perk up and she snaps her head around to look at the front door with every creak of the house or sound from the street. When she’s here along with The Long-Suffering Wife and I come home, I’m sometimes here for five or ten minutes before she wakes up enough to notice that I’ve arrived.
  • While you’re waiting for “The Astronaut” to come out, go pick up a copy of the new, remastered, extended, director’s cut, Blu-ray version of “1776.” It’s a masterpiece, I say! You will cheer every word, every letter!
  • The second best thing about how Jessie deals with the absence of The Long-Suffering Wife is the the way she uses gas as a weapon when she wants to go to bed and I’m not ready yet. She lays next to the desk and farts and farts and farts. The Syrian army could learn a lesson from her. “Just a dog being a dog,” you say? Right, sure. So how do you explain the big smile on her face and the way she keeps glancing up at me after each “event”?
  • Did everyone see that the cubesat launched two weeks ago by The Planetary Society has successfully opened the world’s first solar sail? Did everyone see the fantastic picture of it?
  • The best thing about how Jessie deals with the absence of The Long-Suffering Wife is the way she takes off across the yard, even in her ancient, arthritic, and decrepit condition, when she sees The Long-Suffering Wife’s car coming into the driveway. Who fed her, took care of her, cleaned up after her, took her outside over and over, gave her treats… It’s sort of like the way a dad will worth with his son for innumerable hours in Little League baseball or Pop Warner football, and then when the kid gets on national television during his debut he grins at the camera and says, “HI MOM!”
  • 867-5309. Ask for “Jenny.”
  • Has everyone joined The Planetary Society so they can build a full-sized solar sail to test? Plus, you’ll help support their efforts to keep our Congresscritters informed and educated about space and science. Just for taking on that thankless task they should have the support of all of us!

Remember, “Don’t EVER read the comments!”

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Does Music Make Us Human?

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about music and exploring some new stuff this week. That in turn got me off thinking about how we relate to music. (Yeah, it being Saturday Night Safety Dance night helps.)

I’ve mentioned that I have pretty eclectic tastes in music. For my generation, rock, of course, but I’ll also listen to a lot of punk, new wave, country & western, classical, motion picture scores, big band, Broadway musicals, swing, and electronic music (a la Jean Michel Jarre).

Earlier this week I got bored listening to my usual Sirius-XM channels and bounced between “favorite” channels for a couple hours before finally settling on my usual alternative music (Channel 33, “First Wave”). I still was restless when they came on with a promo for a live event on another channel. I know that The Younger Daughter is a big fan, so I switched over.

EDR (“Electronic Dance Music”) is most certainly not for everyone in my age group, but I found that I liked it a lot. I can hear a lot of influences from punk and alternative, as well as electronic music from the 1970’s and 1980’s (Jarre) and early part of this century (Paul Oakenfold). Yes, it’s loud and might sound repetitious to a certain degree at first, but then, sometimes so do Bach and Ravel. After listening for a while it really does grow on you.

With all of that running through my head as the background soundtrack for a pretty hectic month, I got to thinking about how central music is to our lives. Granted, I’m not an expert on other cultures, but I have traveled a bit and I’ve always heard music. Asia, Europe, North America, there’s always music not too far away. It might be blaring from a passing radio, or whispering from a hundred different earbuds on a crowded subway, but it’s there. Television soundtracks, movies, and commercials are saturated with it, even when you don’t understand a word of the language. It’s so pervasive that you don’t even notice it.

Other creatures sometimes respond to our music, particularly birds. That shouldn’t be too surprising since their primary means of communication is very similar. We also refer to the languages of the whales as “whale songs,” but I’m not completely sure if it’s because they are songs or if we just hear them that way ourselves.

But music is a part of every culture going back hundreds of thousands of years. Cave paintings show drums and flutes, and song is mentioned back to the earliest records of civilization.

It may be that all humans make music, but it may also be that music helps to make us “human.”

Given that, I wonder what will happen when we inevitably make contact with non-human intelligent species.

Will music be a part of their culture and civilization as well? It would be different of course, but could it be a valuable trade item, a way for the children of different suns to learn about each other? We’ll swap an hour of Mozart, Beethoven, and the Beatles for some of Xn’ghtrxp’s and Pneiiifwxqa’s finest compositions? It might even help us to not instantly see them as a threat to be eliminated. Better yet, it might help them do the same regarding us.

Or will they listen to our music and just be totally baffled by it? Could it be that our finest symphonies and rock operas are nothing but random noise to them, beyond incomprehensible? (My dad always referred to rock music that way, but he probably meant something different.) Maybe they’ll get together after meeting us and wonder how any species that worships variations in atmospheric oscillations could ever be considered sane!

In turn, could their greatest art, their defining act of beauty, be just as meaningless to us? Maybe they stand perfectly still and emit odors of precise strengths, compositions, and ability to linger. An olfactory performance of Xn’ghtrxp’s finest might bring them to tears of joy, while we wonder how a skunk rolled in rotting Limburger and roses came to be their crowning achievement.

Something to ponder.

(And no, I haven’t been smoking, toking, drinking, or snorting anything at all. I’m this weird every day.)

 

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My Funeral

First of all, I’m fine. I’m not dying, at least, not any more than the rest of us. I didn’t get any recent news of a tumor, blocked artery, or astronomically high blood pressure, nor do I know of a bullet or a bus with my name on it.

I am not superstitious (or “stupidstitious”) about it being Friday The 13th. Today’s date means nothing other than tomorrow is “Pi Day Of The Century“! Which also means nothing, since the calendar and our measurement of time is about 90% arbitrary, but it’s a great excuse to be goofy and have pie. Mmmmm, pie…

But this song came up in my playlist the other day (see #16) and my brain got to spinning off onto a dozen tangents, as it is occasionally wont to do. (Silly brain.) So, given greater and lesser amounts of seriousness, to be updated periodically as I change my mind or come up with other goofy crap to do, here are some suggestions/requests/orders (you don’t want to be haunted, do you?) for my eventual funeral:

  1. Please do not call it a funeral. “Memorial service,” “life celebration,” whatever the politically correct term of the week is, but not “funeral.” Although as you’ll see, I want the “fun” put back in “funeral!”
  2. Someone take a LOT of pictures. I would do it, but, you know, “dead” and all that.
  3. If at all possible, start the event just before sunset, outdoors, under a clear sky.
  4. Wearing a suit and tie or fancy dress will be frowned upon, unless of course some serious (and entertaining) gender-bending is going on. Depending on the weather, if you must wear “normal” clothes, Hawaiian shirts for summer or turtlenecks for winter are okay.
  5. Extra points: Wear Hawaiian shirts with airplanes on them.
  6. Beaucoup extra points: Wear turtlenecks with airplanes on them.
  7. All things being equal, people should be encouraged to wear costumes — fannish friends might consider bringing extras for the mundane factions of my family and friends.
  8. If not into fannish costumes, mundane costumes will do. Angels, Chiefs, or Kings jerseys and/or hats are all acceptable. Their rivals’ gear will, obviously, not be acceptable.
  9. Extra points: Anyone wearing a combination of Angels, Chiefs, and Kings gear will be recognized for their creativity and given a seat of honor for the event as a reward.
  10. Beaucoup extra points: Have the Angels’ World Series trophy, the Chiefs’ Lombardi Trophy, or the Stanley Cup there for people to take selfies with.
  11. Have a flyover. My pals at the CAF will do a great job.
  12. Extra points: Get the Blue Angels or Air Force Thunderbirds instead of the CAF.
  13. Beaucoup extra points: Get the Blue Angels, and the Air Force Thunderbirds, in addition to the CAF.
  14. Everyone’s invited. (Yes, that means you too!)
  15. God’s invited (s/he’s included in “everyone”) but it’s my party, not God’s, so let’s not make any deities the Guest of Honor, ok? Either I’ll be some mythical afterlife actually talking to some deity or another (my mother’s bet) or I simply won’t (my bet). Either way, I’ll know and you won’t. (Wait, if I’m…then I won’t… Never mind.)
  16. Play “Into The West” from Lord Of The Rings: Return Of The King, the one sung by Annie Lennox. I absolutely love that song and have wanted it played at my funeral memorial service ever since I first heard it.
  17. Extra points: Get Annie Lennox to sing it live with a full orchestra.
  18. Beaucoup extra points: Get Annie Lennox to sing it live with a full orchestra and Amanda Palmer!
  19. Tell jokes, tell stories, tell more jokes. I’ve done plenty of stupid things, let’s relive them in all their glory.
  20. Share my photographs, and keep sharing them for years and years beyond. They’re a big part of the proof that I was here.
  21. If I’ve managed to get any of my stories published, read some choice selections. If I didn’t break through, pick a couple of my less sucky Flash Fiction efforts to fill time until it gets dark.
  22. As it gets dark, keep the lights off (or at least to a minimum, or hand out flashlights with red lenses) so that everyone can get dark adapted.
  23. Bring out the telescopes and spend the evening (all night if you want!) with everyone taking turns looking through them at the planets, stars, nebulae, comets, moon…
  24. Whatever the venue, sing. Sing filksongs, but use the broad definition of the term (“Anything I’ve ever heard sung at a filksing”) so that things like “A Dying Cub’s Fan Last Request” are included (yeah, gotta sing that one!), and don’t limit it to just filksongs. If it feels good, sing it!
  25. With luck I will have had organs donated, so let people know what went where. I want any usable spare parts of mine used to help others when I’m no longer in need of them, and others should be encouraged to do the same. Have forms there for people to sign up for blood and platelet donations, as well as become organ donors.
  26. Serve chocolate chip cookies, Oreos, chocolate cake, ice cream, apple pie… None of this vegy plate and health food crap – life’s too short, as I will have obviously just demonstrated.
  27. Alternative idea #1: If it’s cloudy or you can’t find a dark sky location, or if it’s just later in the evening and you’re “telescoped out”, light up as many Christmas lights as you can (make it visible from space!) and then follow up with a massive fireworks display.
  28. Alternative idea #2: Have all of the above (or as much as practical) at a ball game. Angels, Chiefs, or Kings doesn’t matter. Can you just imagine a group of my family members, my CAF friends, my fannish friends, and other assorted knuckleheads taking up a whole section at an Angels game on a Big Bang Friday and partying all night?
  29. No flowers. Just because I’ll be dead doesn’t mean that we need to spend a money killing a bunch of innocent flora, most of which are probably allergens to someone in attendance. Instead, take the money you might have spent on flowers and donate it to a worthy charity. The CAF. Habitat For Humanity. UNICEF. Pick a group that’s going to deliver the biggest bang for your buck and help the most people.
  30. In other words, if you wish to donate in my memory, please pick a good, efficient charity, by which I mean one that isn’t going to piss away huge chunks of the donations on six-figure CEO salaries. Education is a huge area of interest, so maybe a group that puts disadvantaged kids through college, or just helps them get through high school. Or maybe a group that educates girls and young women in societies where they’re considered property. (You get the idea – if in doubt, read a few of my rants to see what pissed me off, then give to the group I would consider “the good guys.”)
  31. Hug The Long-Suffering Wife and my kids for me, early and often. As much as I might want this to be a silly & fun party instead of a somber & serious funeral, they might have have a tougher time than I will playing their parts.
  32. Have fun!!

I’ll see you there! (Wait, I forgot…)

Actually, by the time I plan on going, we’ll be doing all of this just to say goodbye to the meat-sack part of me. The all-important “me” part of me will be uploaded into a computer or robot and I’ll be there partying right along with you.

Beaucoup BEAUCOUP Extra Points: Upload “me” into the computer of a Goliath-class starship scout vessel, load the party and all of my friends and family on board, and let’s party on (or at least, near) all nine planets! (Yes, Pluto too.) Drop off those who want to stay back on Earth, then the rest of us will head outbound at some large multiple of c.

Yeah, that’s the best plan of all.

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Our Generation’s Musical Legacy

While my “normal” musical tastes run to:

  • Random selections from an iTunes playlist of favorites
  • Sirius Radio channel 33, “New Wave”, especially the “Saturday Night Safety Dance”
  • Albums from Jean Michel Jarre
  • Sirius Radio, one of the country/western channels

…sometimes, such as tonight, I get into the mood for musicals, usually the original Broadway cast recordings.

Tonight we’ve started with “The Phantom Of The Opera.” Next up will probably be “Wicked” or “Jesus Christ Superstar.” I’m not sure I could take on “Les Miserables” tonight — wonderful stuff, but a bit strong and grim at times.

A similar class of great music are motion picture soundtracks. Have I ranted before about this?

The short version is that I believe two and three hundred years from now some of the better motion picture soundtracks will be remembered and viewed then the same way that we look at the great works of Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms, and so on.

Don’t believe me?

Go to a concert playing a medley of John William’s “greatest hits.” The themes from “Star Wars,” “Raiders Of The Lost Ark,” “Jaws,” “E.T.,” “Jurassic Park,” or “Harry Potter.”

Ditto for the work of Hans Zimmer in the “Pirates Of The Carribean,” “Dark Knight Trilogy,” or “Inception.”

Or Howard Shore’s work in the “Lord Of The Rings” movies.

I’m not saying that 200 years from now they’ll be playing every note, just as we don’t play every piece ever written by Mozart. But the showcase pieces, the themes, the “earworms” that you hear in the supermarket or elevator and recognize immediately — they’ll still be performed.

Music appreciation classes of 2315 will learn the “Classical Greatest Hits” such as Beethoven’s 5th, Mozart’s 40th, Dvorak’s “New World” symphony, Gershwin’s “Rhapsody In Blue,” Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture,” as well as William’s “Star Wars Main Title,” Zimmer’s “Dark Knight Theme,” Shore’s “The White Tree,” Maurice Jarre’s “Lawrence Of Arabia Overture,” or Malcolm Arnold’s “Colonel Bogie’s March” from “Bridge On The River Kwai.”

Just look me up in 2315 so that I can gloat and remind you that I said it first!

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On The Other Hand, Forty (And Seventy) Years Ago Today

Yesterday was serious and melancholy which turned to pissed off when I accidentally exposed myself to weapons-grade stupidity – and now for a couple of somethings completely different.

Forty years ago, on December 15, 1974, “Young Frankenstein” opened in theaters.

Sooooo many quotes good for sooooo many occasions.

I’m a huge fan of Mel Brook’s work. “Young Frankenstein” is a cinematic treasure in my book. The cast was perfect, the stupid, double entendre jokes were perfect, the homage to classic B&W horror films was perfect.

If you haven’t seen it, well, what the hell are you waiting for?

Ditto for “Blazing Saddles,” which came out February 7, 1974. How did 1974 get to be so freaking amazing for classic comedy films?! Both films are incredibly funny, rude, stupid in a very intelligent way, and classic.

Seventy years ago, on December 15, 1944, Glenn Miller was killed when his plane was lost over the English Channel. The band leader was a Major in the Army Air Corps at the time, entertaining the troops in England and Europe in person and entertaining the world via radio.

My introduction to swing music came in by sophomore year of high school, when our band leader, Mr. Rowell, experimented with starting a small, after school, extracurricular swing band. I was playing French horn in the regular band, because they needed French horns. I had originally learned to play trumpet, but everyone plays trumpet, so rather than be seventeenth seat (of eighteen or nineteen) in the trumpet section, I was second or third seat (of three or four) in the French horn section.

But I still liked playing trumpet, so I joined the swing band. The first thing we learned was “American Patrol” and it was a whole new musical world opening up for me. Still just love that song! (That YouTube video has a lot of great warbird pictures, including the CAF’s own “Fifi” at about 2:30. She’s the only remaining flight-worthy B-29 in the world.)

The Springfield High School Swing Band never went very far that I remember, but the music remains great. So in memory of Glenn Miller, play a little bit of “In The Mood,” “String Of Pearls,” “Moonlight Serenade,” “Pennsylvania 6-5000,” or even “Little Brown Jug.”

That last song was portrayed as one he hated in the classic movie with Jimmy Stewart, June Allyson, and Harry Morgan. His dislike for the song is a plot device and “literary license,” but I won’t give away the ending for those who haven’t seen the film. Yet another classic film!

(Because you will, of course, go see it immediately, won’t you? Oh, and see it in black & white, the way it was made and meant to be seen, not in the vile and disgusting abomination that is “colorized” black & white, created as a gimmick because Hollywood and Wall Street think we’re too ignorant or unrefined to watch anything that’s not in color. Don’t get me started! Wait, too late…)

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Odds & Sods For Sunday, December 7th

Item The First: I had wonderful things to say about the Amanda Palmer concert and talk in Los Angeles, but I didn’t know the name of the interviewer and couldn’t track it down to save my life at the time I was writing the story. I now have the information, thanks to my friend Joey Shoji who saw the post on FaceBook. The interviewer was Bob Lefsetz.

Joey also had this photo on his FaceBook feed from the show in San Francisco two nights before the Los Angeles show. Needless to say, I am green with envy! I know it’s one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but I’m hoping St. Peter cuts me some slack on this one.

Item The Second: There’s a Jaguar SUV? The cars that were driven by James Bond have now morphed into a mom-mobile? I’m not that much of a “car dude,” but I can tell you this is causing a great disturbance in the Force, as if a billion car dudes cried out in terror and were then silenced.

The website says it’s a concept car and won’t be available for sale until 2015, but I saw it on the 101 Freeway coming back into LA from Ventura earlier this week. No mistaking that it said “Jaguar” and at least from the outside, it’s the vehicle shown. The LA Auto Show was going on at the time, so maybe a reporter or someone was taking it for a test drive.

Thanks, I could have gone all year without knowing that. It’s just so…wrong.

Item The Third: Have you ever (maybe as a kid, maybe later in life) been running so fast that you could just barely keep your balance? Maybe you were running downhill and running much faster than you could on flat ground. But you were flying!

Then you stubbed a foot on something and pitched forward, your arms pinwheeling, trying desperately to slow down or get your feet back under you, teetering right on the edge of going over onto your face for step after step after step, never quite sure if you should go down and tuck and roll, or keep trying to get your balance hoping you didn’t break your collarbone or an arm or your face…

Yeah, some days feel like that. So do some weeks. In that same sense, I’m not sure if resolution would be good (tucking and rolling) or not (uncomfortable, but I can still save this!).

Item The Fourth: It’s an ongoing burr under my saddle, no doubt deeply embedded in my Catholic school upbringing (I’m recovering, slowly, thanks), but I hate the way Christmas lights are so disposable. I hate that one or two lights, or a fuse, or something can go wrong and all of a sudden half or a third of the lights are out and your only real recourse is to spend $10 and go get more.

I know that they have these cheap little “detectors” at the hardware store which claim to be able to tell you where the problem is. I’ve got several brands. They’re all just about as useful and reliable as all of the “guaranteed” fitness and weight loss products that will get you looking like a body builder without ever getting off the couch while eating whatever you want.

I’ve searched for solutions on the internet. I’ve googled it. I’ve looked for YouTube videos.

Nada.

There’s just something fundamentally wasteful and infuriating about that. Unjust. Unfair. It should be relatively simple to have a way to figure out where the problem is and to fix it. Which bulb is burnt out of these 75? Is there a broken wire? Did a fuse blow? I can fix any of those problems if I know where the problem is.

If anyone has an actual, practical, working answer that I’ve never been able to hunt down, please let me know. There’s a whole bunch of eternal gratitude involved.

Item The Fifth: I have bitched before about telemarketers and robocallers. In the big picture, with all that’s going on in the world these days, it’s not that big of a deal. But it’s still like nails on a blackboard to me.

Well, there’s a new turn in this war. For years and years, I’ve known that it’s illegal for telemarketers or robocalls to call a cell phone number. “FCC regulations prohibit telemarketers from using automated dialers to call cell phone numbers.” It seems pretty clear. Whether your cell phone number has been registered in the Do Not Call Registry (DNCR) or not, they can’t call your cell phone. And this was borne out by their behavior in the real world. In all the years I’ve had a cell phone, I’ve never gotten a telemarketer or robocall.

Suddenly I’ve gotten three robo-telemarketing calls on my cell phone in two days. What’s changed?

I made the mistake of calling AT&T customer service. I was told to sign up in the DNCR. I told them that I already had, and besides, it was a cell phone so see above. They knew nothing about the cell phone restriction. I gave them the web page to look at. Yeah, meh, whatever, they don’t care. They suggest that I file a complaint against the company using the Federal Trade Commission’s site. But I don’t know the company’s name – when you ask for that, they hang up. (They seem unaware that the scum sucking maggots who run robocall scams might do this. Duh!) They suggest I use the incoming phone number to file a complaint. That’s useless — the number shown is spoofed, fake, totally bogus. (They seem unaware that this is possible.) They suggest that I block the incoming phone number on my cell phone. That’s useless – the robodialer will pick a different random bogus number to spoof every call. (They seem unaware that this is done.)

Freakin’ idiots!

I had really been hoping that their technology might be better than that being used by the scammers and telemarketers. My bad – where was my head? When it gets to the point where the best idea you have for pursuing the problem is to complain to your Congressman, you’re pretty well screwed.

I would pay a lot of good money for some device or program that would prevent me from ever, ever, ever again receiving a robocall or call from a telemarketer. If the device or program would also send about 100 volts back down the line into the ear of the telemarketer or 100,000 volts back down the line into the robodialing computer, I would pay a lot more.

The ultimate follow up to that experience was a female telemarketer I got yesterday from one of the “Your credit card account is in danger, you must contact us immediately!” scams. After I asked in a “colorful” manner (i.e., blue) how I could ever get them to get me out of their system and stop calling, she wanted to start lecturing me on what Jesus thought of my attitude and how she would pray for me.

It is safe to assume that the conversation went downhill from there. She never convinced me that I should repent and mend my ways, and I never convinced her that she was a freakin’ idiot working to illegally scam people.

The difference between her and me? I’m self aware enough to wonder if maybe I might be as delusional as she is. (I’m not.) She couldn’t ever conceive that thought, because she already knew everything. (Like Jon Snow, she knew nothing.)

My final thought for tonight on telemarketers & robo-scammers – I need to make my smart be better than their stupid. They’re NEVER going to “get it,” they’re never going to stop, and god knows neither the government nor the phone company is ever going to stop them. All I’m doing right now is venting, blowing off steam, and raising my blood pressure.

Instead, let’s see this as an opportunity to have some fun, using these morons as dupes! I should be able to come up with a good script, a role play, an improv act, where the ultimate goal of the conversation is to leave myself laughing hilariously at their stupidity and leaving them pissed off for wasting so much of their time and making them look like the fools they are.

THAT‘s the thought! When answering the phone and getting one of these calls, before you pick it up, as yourself — “What would Robin Williams do?”

 

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Amanda Palmer In Los Angeles

The good news was that the show itself was AMAZING! (Many pictures below – good thing I brought the big lens and know how to use the manual settings on the Canon.)

You can look at some of the examples I give about why I think Amanda Palmer (AFP) is a most incredible individual. If you’re rolling your eyes and muttering, “He likes her?!” then it’s OK to just skip this and I’ll see you tomorrow. I understand that we all have different tastes and opinions and things particular artists or music or subjects that I get passionate about might be things you couldn’t care less about. No worries!

The bad news is that the venue (First Unitarian Church on 8th Street, near Wilshire & Vermont) apparently had some issues. (Looking at Twitter comments from others, this is an ongoing problem with this venue.) I don’t know what happened, but the show that was supposed to start at 7:30 didn’t start to nearly 8:30. We were expecting the doors to open about 7:00, they opened at about 7:45. (I don’t know exactly when they opened, we were standing in line a block away.)

The good news is that even after the late start, our event ran waaaaaay long. This was good news if you wanted lots of fascinating discussions, readings from her new book, favorite musical pieces (okay, so it was just three of them), and a surprise that just knocked our socks off. The show was supposed to run about 1:30, followed by everyone getting a couple of seconds each to meet Amanda and get their books and other items signed. It actually ran well over 2:30, pushing 3:00. That meant…

The bad news is that I didn’t get to meet her or get my (already signed for sale by the bookstore) copy of her book personalized. It was nearly 11:30 when they started setting up for the signings, and we were pretty much at the back end of a line of hundreds of people. My best guess was that it could easily be 1:00 AM or later before we got to the front of that line. While I have no doubt at all that Amanda stayed and signed until the last person was done, and I love her for that, The Long-Suffering Wife and I couldn’t stay that late. (For the record, her first tweet after the show was at 1:25, and it was “LOS ANGELES – my god. sorry we destroyed you with a three-hour show that was supposed to be two hours tops. but…life. and wow.”

The Long-Suffering Wife, while not a big fan, was a sport and came along, skipped dinner (traffic sucked) to get there “on time”, stood in the line on the sidewalk for nearly an hour, and sat through an event that was much longer than either of us had expected it to be. She appreciated Amanda’s personality and how authentic and dedicated she is — but she’s not a fan of the music. So, my thanks to her for soldiering on and coming along anyway.

IMG_9713 smallThis is one of the special guests, Jamy Ian Swiss. He was described as the book’s Doula (a sort of midwife), taking 120,000+ words written almost as a stream of consciousness exercise and helping to shape and trim it into a book.

IMG_9716 smallOur first view of Amanda.

IMG_9717 smallShe started with “In My Mind” on the ukulele, which was wonderful.

IMG_9719 smallI never lose my wallet…

IMG_9720 smallI’ll be a good defensive driver…

IMG_9721 smallPlanting tulips and vegetables…

Then we got two songs, off stage where the baby grand piano was. Another issue with the venue was the sound system, which was marginal at best. The staging was dark (as the photos show), so between the dark, the so-so sound, and the fact that she had disappeared down front off stage, all I heard of the second song was a lot of noise I couldn’t even recognize.

But then…

Then she had them turn off the lights completely, only the emergency “EXIT” lights illuminating the hall, and she did “The Bed Song” and ripped all of our hearts out. That’s something I’ll remember a long, long time.

IMG_9722 smallThen we’re getting readings from the new book.

IMG_9726 smallThen a discussion segment as Amanda got asked some very pointed questions.

IMG_9727 smallThe answers were not always simple. This was not “The Tonight Show” or “Letterman.”

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IMG_9729 smallThis was the special guest who was doing the interviewing. (Bob?) A well-known, long-time blogger who writes a great deal about the music industry? I know I saw it in an e-mail or blog or tweet from Amanda, but for the life of me I can’t find it tonight, despite my extremely awesome google-foo. But I wasn’t there to gather material for a report, I was there to experience the event.

IMG_9736 smallJamy came back out. It turns out he’s a magician, and a good one. We got one really good trick shown to us – after his mike died and Amanda had to pull hers off and put it on him.

Finally, a most amazing final piece before a brief Q&A session. (We were already running so long it wasn’t even funny.)

Amanda read a section of her book (pages 290-293 if you’ve got the book). I found it to be gut-wrenching, particularly in light of all of the shit that’s been going on with women in science and women in writing and publishing and women at conventions and women in gaming all being doxxed, threatened, harassed, and drowned in some of the vilest spew that the internet can deliver.

In short, at a really low time in her life, on her birthday, in Seattle with her husband, Neil Gaiman, Neil set up a massage. When she got there, before they started, the masseuse confessed that as a struggling musician herself, she had often written some of those horrible, vile, angry, disgusting, hateful rants aimed at Amanda.

And then that masseuse from Seattle, Courtney, came up on stage.

IMG_9740 smallIt sounded like Amanda hadn’t been brave enough to take this particular leap and read that passage at that show, but Courtney came down to LA to be at this show. Their discussion was emotional, shall we say.

Then Courtney, the struggling musician, sang for us, the most haunting version of the first two verses of Pink Floyd’s “Hey You” that I have ever heard. Stunning, absolutely stunning.

Amanda promised to let us know online how to get more music and information from her. I’ll pass it along when I see it. You’ve to to hear her voice, really.

Then it was a quick Q&A and the mob moved toward the book signing area. We looked at our watches and bailed to get our car.

Twenty-two hours later and writing this has taken me right back there. With all of the feelings involved.

All I can add is this — if you ever get a chance to see Amanda Palmer live, take it, or you’ll regret it.

Wow. Can’t wait for the next time I get to see her.

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NaNoWriMo 2014, Day Twenty-Two

It’s now officially a rout. If this were a football game, it would be Reality 143, NaNoWriMo 17 going into the fourth quarter with no time outs left.

While I feel bad about this, it’s comforting to know that it’s happening in large part due to a bunch of really good things taking priority. Today I was at the CAF hanger all day (monthly staff meeting) and tonight we’re going to see Amanda Palmer in concert.

While I normally put in a lot of  internal links to previous, related posts here, I won’t be doing that for what I hope will be this year’s thirty NaNoWriMo posts. If you have jumped into or stumbled onto this story in mid-adventure, there are plenty of other ways to navigate around the site to find previous installments. Actually doing so is left as an exercise to the student.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

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Going Out Tonight…

…to see THIS lady…

theartofasking_imageImage: AmandaPalmer.net

…listen to her talk, listen to her sing, and stand in line for a long time so that I can get my copy of the book personalized and share ten seconds with her.

Because of this TED Talk,

and this song,

and this (very, very NSFW video) song,

and this (very, very NSFW video) song,

and this (very, very NSFW video) song,

and this (mildly NSFW) song (sorry, it’s YouTube, you’ll probably have to watch at least the first part of a stupid commercial before the video),

and this Kickstarter project,

and this commitment to her priorities and ideals,

and the times her and her Twitter followers have made me cry,

and a thousand other things.

 

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