omigod exhausted.
Sep. 17th, 2006 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godreamso last night i nearly fell asleep on my feet about 11pm at a concert. (the second band of the three playing was not so impressive.) woke up for the last set (it would've been hard not to) but almost gone again when we went to grab pizza afterwards, and on the walk home. i swear i used to be able to stay up till 2am easy, what happened? i can't afford 8 hours of sleep, unfortunately...
yesterday: apple picking with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beat_the_beaver & others, which was awesome -- the weather was absolutely perfect, the apples were (are) crisp and delicious, and i now have pie fodder. mmmmmmmmm. we also had delicious ice cream (pumpkin!) and voyaged to the place where overstocked cvs merchandise goes to die, which was pretty cool -- i now have a fuckton of formal cocoa gift wrap supplies, including purple plaid paper. (!)
then concert, with different subset of others. say hi to your mom was decent, though not as world-rocking as friends had promised, at least partially because the venue's sound techs were asleep on the job, as usual. the wrens were amazing. their singer/bassist has this fantastic manic energy charisma something, directing the whole audience through sheer willpower and focus. he ran from one guitarist's mike to the other's, across the equipment lining the front of the stage, balancing with one hand on the low ceiling -- a cord came loose and wasn't back in place in time for the vocal entrance, he turns to the audience with half a bar's notice and shouts SING and right on cue the wave of sound comes. (on the third song! after an unpopular opener! that's how fast the crowd went from dead to owned --) and some strange and neat messing around on stage: part of one song delivered by one guy singing into a cellphone cupped to his mouth, while the guy on the recieving end of the call holds the phone up to the pickup on his guitar. they gave a dozen kids from the audience drumsticks and brought them up to beat percussion on the stage and wide-eyed shout the chorus into the mike with the singer. one hell of a band & one hell of a show. i'm not terribly familiar with their music; i want more but i'm almost afraid to go envelope myself in mp3s 'cause i'm pretty sure it's not going to be as awesome.
and besides, what i should be doing is tooling anyways...
yesterday: apple picking with
beat_the_beaver & others, which was awesome -- the weather was absolutely perfect, the apples were (are) crisp and delicious, and i now have pie fodder. mmmmmmmmm. we also had delicious ice cream (pumpkin!) and voyaged to the place where overstocked cvs merchandise goes to die, which was pretty cool -- i now have a fuckton of formal cocoa gift wrap supplies, including purple plaid paper. (!)then concert, with different subset of others. say hi to your mom was decent, though not as world-rocking as friends had promised, at least partially because the venue's sound techs were asleep on the job, as usual. the wrens were amazing. their singer/bassist has this fantastic manic energy charisma something, directing the whole audience through sheer willpower and focus. he ran from one guitarist's mike to the other's, across the equipment lining the front of the stage, balancing with one hand on the low ceiling -- a cord came loose and wasn't back in place in time for the vocal entrance, he turns to the audience with half a bar's notice and shouts SING and right on cue the wave of sound comes. (on the third song! after an unpopular opener! that's how fast the crowd went from dead to owned --) and some strange and neat messing around on stage: part of one song delivered by one guy singing into a cellphone cupped to his mouth, while the guy on the recieving end of the call holds the phone up to the pickup on his guitar. they gave a dozen kids from the audience drumsticks and brought them up to beat percussion on the stage and wide-eyed shout the chorus into the mike with the singer. one hell of a band & one hell of a show. i'm not terribly familiar with their music; i want more but i'm almost afraid to go envelope myself in mp3s 'cause i'm pretty sure it's not going to be as awesome.
and besides, what i should be doing is tooling anyways...
