Platform Two
Andrew arrives in town Tuesday afternoon and by 5:02 we are rehearsing "Syllable" (and other songs) and having a nice musical reunion.
It is so grand
Playing as a band,
You can understand that
We also rehearsed on wednesday
& I'd say
We played even better
I could write you a rather lengthy letter--
or a note noting every note of note
After rehearsal on wednesday, Gary has to pop off to rehearsal with Vicious Fish, and Andrew & I embark on a odyessy via BART to go to downtown to Tom Erikson's)photo show at the WRiter's GRotto. Andrew, I discover is a maestro at imitating the BART VOICE ( he says, "ten-car Dublin Pleasanton Train now approaching platform two" absolutely perfectly) and this amuses us for a long time--far too long, and we repeat the robotically delivered phrase: "on platform two" so much that we come to the brink of some kind of hysterical/ obsessive/ A.D.D./ fugue state. Spectacularly fun.
By the end of the evening we have enjoyed Tom's photos thoroughly AND we have Monica Pasqual & Tom also attempting the BART VOICE. Hilarious. Wonderful.
Meanwhile, the number of guests staying at the loft is ramping up. Friends and family from far afield are all heading to our place. It's a mysterious convergence of relatives and friends all occurring within 48 hours. On the peak night we will have 10 guests...whoa.
Thursday: my (belated admittedly) birthday show at Bottom of the Hill with Girls with Guns and FAUN FABLES. It has been much anticpated by all of us in True Margrit & the night does not disappoint! The bar gets nice and full and the crowd is raucous and friendly and all three of our bands are pumped and the peeps are pumped and the good not-overly-clean fun of female-fronted rock is had by all. I am particularly pleased to have my nephew, Elan Eichler in the house (aka Misc of State of Mind Crew). Yay!
Our gig Friday is at a private Powerpoint anniversary party at Microsoft (!). The contrast between last night's down and dirty rock-club glory and this conference-room scene with the fancy food and software speeches makes us a little vertiginous. We enjoy playing and taking breaks and eating dim sum treats, Kobe beef(!!!) and ten thousand mini-cheesecakes. I do love singin for my lunch.
Saturday we head up to Sacramento to play with TERESA ESGUERRA at Weatherstone. We have dinner with Kim Stupke and Teresa before the show at two restaurants-- that is, we sit outside and the waitstaff gives us menus to adjoining eateries. We order many delicious tapas and middle eastern dishes including some delish garlicky and minty shrimps (I LOVE SHRIMP) and something called, "Chi Chi Del Fuego" which is fried dough stuffed with cheese & quince paste and flambeed by the brave waitress right before our eyes. Wow! Teresa points out the the name Chi Chi Del Fuego might be translated as "burning nipples". Hmmmm. If there were an accident with the flambeeing process that could indeed happen...
The show is fun, both playing wise and listening wise--Teresa is a fab songwriter/ singer/ guitarist, and she never disappoints-- and we do our best to rock, as always. We drive home and I look up once again at the friendly Milky Way pointing our way back to the streets, bridges, hotels, and all the BART platforms of our town.
It is so grand
Playing as a band,
You can understand that
We also rehearsed on wednesday
& I'd say
We played even better
I could write you a rather lengthy letter--
or a note noting every note of note
After rehearsal on wednesday, Gary has to pop off to rehearsal with Vicious Fish, and Andrew & I embark on a odyessy via BART to go to downtown to Tom Erikson's)photo show at the WRiter's GRotto. Andrew, I discover is a maestro at imitating the BART VOICE ( he says, "ten-car Dublin Pleasanton Train now approaching platform two" absolutely perfectly) and this amuses us for a long time--far too long, and we repeat the robotically delivered phrase: "on platform two" so much that we come to the brink of some kind of hysterical/ obsessive/ A.D.D./ fugue state. Spectacularly fun.
By the end of the evening we have enjoyed Tom's photos thoroughly AND we have Monica Pasqual & Tom also attempting the BART VOICE. Hilarious. Wonderful.
Meanwhile, the number of guests staying at the loft is ramping up. Friends and family from far afield are all heading to our place. It's a mysterious convergence of relatives and friends all occurring within 48 hours. On the peak night we will have 10 guests...whoa.
Thursday: my (belated admittedly) birthday show at Bottom of the Hill with Girls with Guns and FAUN FABLES. It has been much anticpated by all of us in True Margrit & the night does not disappoint! The bar gets nice and full and the crowd is raucous and friendly and all three of our bands are pumped and the peeps are pumped and the good not-overly-clean fun of female-fronted rock is had by all. I am particularly pleased to have my nephew, Elan Eichler in the house (aka Misc of State of Mind Crew). Yay!
Our gig Friday is at a private Powerpoint anniversary party at Microsoft (!). The contrast between last night's down and dirty rock-club glory and this conference-room scene with the fancy food and software speeches makes us a little vertiginous. We enjoy playing and taking breaks and eating dim sum treats, Kobe beef(!!!) and ten thousand mini-cheesecakes. I do love singin for my lunch.
Saturday we head up to Sacramento to play with TERESA ESGUERRA at Weatherstone. We have dinner with Kim Stupke and Teresa before the show at two restaurants-- that is, we sit outside and the waitstaff gives us menus to adjoining eateries. We order many delicious tapas and middle eastern dishes including some delish garlicky and minty shrimps (I LOVE SHRIMP) and something called, "Chi Chi Del Fuego" which is fried dough stuffed with cheese & quince paste and flambeed by the brave waitress right before our eyes. Wow! Teresa points out the the name Chi Chi Del Fuego might be translated as "burning nipples". Hmmmm. If there were an accident with the flambeeing process that could indeed happen...
The show is fun, both playing wise and listening wise--Teresa is a fab songwriter/ singer/ guitarist, and she never disappoints-- and we do our best to rock, as always. We drive home and I look up once again at the friendly Milky Way pointing our way back to the streets, bridges, hotels, and all the BART platforms of our town.
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