...well, half that actually.
I've been up two hours, after Fringing way too late last night. Got out of "Look Ma -- No Pants" at 1:30 a.m., unlocked my bike from the lamppost, and stumbled back to the car with Jane, my long-time soulmate and a recent Fringe convert (she bought an UltraPass this year!). Put the bike in her trunk (most of the way in) , then drove to my car, moved the bike to it, and caravanned home, with the help of toothpicks in my eyelids. (And that's a metaphor, not a plug for St. Sabrina's!).
I still have 30+ shows on my schedule today -- didn't make it to the 40 that I scheduled yesterday -- and I'm not quite ready to begin strategizing. So I think I'll ramble on here for a bit, then take a break and run out to one of those Organization stores. I need to buy some shelving and filing units, so I can better organize my music room at home. It's time to stop building and excavating, building and excavating, that Devil's Tower of sheet music and equipment on the floor. Say, I'm getting a sudden urge for mashed potatoes...
Speaking of Ramble On, you've GOT to see Ferrari McSpeedy blow up the Led Zepplin at their Punk Rock Awesome show. ("The Zep is like the Moody Blues with a drinking problem") Go see your favorite geezer rockers skewered mercilessly, and watch Neo battle the bad guys in slo mo, with the invisible help of the Kabuki stage manager. (And yes, I'm a geezer rock fan: stood in line all night to get tickets for the Moody Blues in Ann Arbor in 1972. And yes, I do still love Stairway -- just bought the sheet music so I can play it on my bass clarinet...) Anyway, these guys are having the time of their lives up on stage, shifting characters at a dizzying rate, and grinning with nerd naivete (apply accent marks as needed) along with the audience, at their hilarious antics. "Father! Son!" I sat next to these guys at the Loring later in the day -- found out their real names are Ad and Lib... My only advice: Add "Stairway" to the soundtrack!
"Look Ma.." was hilarious, too. If you haven't seen that beer-buzzed variety show before, (as I hadn't) think Johnny Carson guest-hosted by John Belushi and Buster Keaton. If you have, well, go again! Blue lights, Santana, and beer, oh my!
I met fellow blogger Caitlin (http://caitlindoesfringe.blogspot.com/) (Hey, Caitlin -- how do you put in those not-the-URL titles to URLs in this BlogMachine?), doing her second, or third, or fourth job as Fringe House Manager at the Loring. She's been writing up a storm, putting me to shame :) . But I just discovered her secret: She posted her "...tony goes to" entry 12 times! Better stop dancing on that keyboard, Caitlin!
Hey, Ray Bills, thanks for the note! Those of us performing in the Written Fringe enjoy feedback as much as everyone else does. Go see his "Stones in His (Her) Pockets", people -- I know I will. It's about "The Quiet Man", my mother-in-law's favorite movie, and my wife Jane knows every line in the movie. (She promises not to speak them aloud, so it'll be OK to sit near us.)
Hey, fellow LXF Bloggers, let's meet up at Fringe Central, say after the 10:00 show some night/nights. I'd like to meet you face to face, and see if this rumored "Matthew Foster" is more than a (kickass!) avatar and Web guy. I went to the "beer tent" yesterday early evening, but it turns out that I was too early. (Believe me, that's RARELY my problem!) But according to the Fringe site slideshow, things were hoppin' there in the late evening.
Wish I had me a tiny laptop and universal WiFi, so I could both blog and "put my ear down, to the ground" (Jim Morrison -- and back off, Omaha boys!) during my corporeal Fringe wanderings. Oh well, gotta go... and get organized.
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