Last night I stopped by Studio LuLoo’s open mic again and had a nice time. Mark Rice was the featured artist and he had a nice mellow sound. So mellow a guy near me passed out on the couch. Hah. A guy named Pat rocked a version of Mayonnaise by Smashing Pumpkins and I think my favorite new artists I’ve heard there is Jerry, who strongly resembles the coroner on CSI. Sara O’Brien let me play three songs near the end of the night, so I pulled out 99%, I Hope I Die on the Moon, and the Cut in Half Blues.
I went outside before my set to tune up and froze my ass off. I was so cold I swear I could feel my heart beating. The guitar didn’t stay in tune anyway, so it was a waste. The set went ok, and of course I had to make a joke about the guy sleeping on the couch. I hope he woke up the next day to a bunch of kids doing a music class.
Jeanne’s Dad sent over these awesome pics from his ongoing Antarctic adventure. He’s working at the McMurdo station.
I don’t know if the seal is alive or not.
Update: Welcome 700level readers!
I fixed an Odd Man In game that was busted for a few weeks. My apologies to everyone in that game. I think the game update script was interrupted causing the round to be halfway over and freezing the game.
Guess who’s turning one today!
Ballot question #4 in the NJ election is my favorite ever.
Amends the State Constitution to replace the phrase “idiot or insane person” with “person who has been adjudicated by a court of competent jurisdiction to lack the capacity to understand the act of voting,” in regards to whom may be denied the right to vote.
John Shaughnessy suggested I check out the open mic at Studio Luloo so last Tuesday I did. Singer/songwriter/fire escaper Sara O’Brien owns the studio and she’s making a great effort in turning it into a successful business. She holds music events at night and other times has art classes and workshops for kids. I can imagine how difficult it must be to keep a place like that open, but I have to say my first experience there was a blast. My daughter has taken a high priority in my life and my knowledge of the local music scene isn’t what it was, but I didn’t expect to see so many talented performers I’d never heard before. I knew some of the artists, but only two or three. A woman recited The Raven from memory, hip hop artists spun records and rhymed, and a slew of songwriters played to a crowd of about 25.