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12.27.2005
all aboard
![]() so, this is what umpty-million boxes of fisher-price geotrax trains look like when they're all put together. (okay, maybe not umpty-million, but close. very, very close.) merry christmas, internet! christmas pictures to come soonish. 12.21.2005
now it can be told
i have been lax, i admit it. it's been almost two weeks since casey and i became rockstars, and none of you knows about it...
two pieces of background. remember when i wrote about iron & wine earlier this year? and then i mentioned something about i&w and calexico in october? so back in october, casey, val and i were at the decemberists show at the newport here in columbus, and in between sets, casey starts talking about the fact that iron & wine are going on tour with calexico in support of the in the reins seven-song ep. great news -- but they're not coming through columbus. but, casey says, here's the interesting thing: howard's managing the whole tour. howard, of course, was the road manager for iron & wine and was the reason we got backstage in july -- because howard is steve's cousin, and steve is casey's buddy from the attorney general's office, and steve is our pal. and casey tells me that he's learned through steve that we will probably be able to get the same kind of deal for the new tour. but we'll have to road trip. road trip? closest show is in detroit, he says. and then comes the master plan: we (steve, casey, and myself) drive to detroit for the saturday night show. we hang out with the band; we crash in a hotel. sunday, we get up, catch a train to chicago, see the show again in chicago on sunday night, hang out with the band, and crash in another hotel. monday, we get up, train back to detroit/toledo, pick up our car, and drive back to columbus as triumphant rockstars. this is a great plan. unfortunately, that's not how it ultimately happened. through a combination of factors (like, say, casey not informing his wife of the plan until about two minutes beforehand), we were limited only to the detroit leg of the tour -- and then steve had to back out altogether. but, he promised us, i've sent off emails, and howard will still hook you guys up! so casey and i piled in the pt on saturday afternoon and drove north -- first to toledo, stopping to say hi to his family, and then on to the motor city. no guarantee of getting backstage with the band, no idea if howard remembered us (he never wrote back to steve before we left, so...), no idea if there were even tickets waiting for us at the door. what do we do if we have no tickets? i ask. worse: what if we have no tickets and the show's sold out? as it turned out, none of these fears materialized. when we arrived at the majestic theatre in downtown detroit, casey's name was on "the list" -- for four tickets! in a triumphant display of magnanimity, he gave the extra two to a couple of kids waiting in line, because the show did ultimately end up selling out, and they would have been outta luck. and then we head in to the merch table, ask for howard. the girl behind the counter says "are you... peter?" casey nods, slowly. she says "okay, yeah, howard's not here, but he wanted me to let him know when you got here." we are so in at this point. so we head to the bar, grab a couple of beers, hang out. and sure enough, here comes howard, in a dayglo orange vest and earflapped hat, and of course he remembers us, and of course he's going to make sure we get to hang out, and of course he'll get us backstage for the show. and then he zips off to get the show started, and so casey and i lounge at the bar, secure in the knowledge that we are awesome and are imbued with the power of rock. or at least, the power of iron & wine-style folk rock.we had heard "special local guests at each stop on this tour" before the show, and had entertained the notion that we might be in for a jack white or somesuch spectacular surprise, but the bands were apparently worn out, and so the opener was one of the i&w guitarists doing some solo acoustic instrumental stuff. calexico followed -- and wow, were they good -- along with mexican tenor salvador duran. and then howard pops back up again and says, "follow me." which is how casey and i found ourselves watching our second iron & wine show from backstage. a pretty good set, too -- a lot of stuff from woman king, the band's ep from earlier this year, so that was nice. and then: the band pauses between songs, and sam beam leans into the mic and says, "we'd like to take this opportunity to ask mike to come up on stage with us." and turns and looks in our direction.mike? we're looking at each other, shrugging. there's a couple behind us, man and woman, and casey asks, "either one of you mike?" heads shake. and still, the band is asking for "mike". and then the guy behind us says, "well, hell, i'll be mike," and runs up the stairs and out on stage. and still the band is motioning come on, come on in our direction. so casey looks at me and says, "guess i'm mike, too," and off he goes, and the crowd starts cheering, thinking "mike" has finally come up on stage to help the band out of the rock pickle they've gotten themselves into. i am at this point laughing myself silly. so casey finally got to be a rockstar -- he's behind the percussionists, playing castanets or maracas or something, looking for all the world like he totally belongs there. i'm shooting pictures and laughing hysterically, the band is chugging right along on a little burner of a piece, and then it's over, and there's cheering and nearly some crying and wow that was awesome.casey comes back down and calexico goes on to join iron & wine on stage for a performance of almost the entire in the reins disc, but for me, the concert was over at that point. we've been hanging out with the band in the "band room" backstage, having their free food and drink shoved in our faces by howard (who apparently can't convince his own musicians to partake of it), and chatting up members of both groups in between songs, and i can't believe that we've somehow landed here, like astronauts on a strange alien world, that somehow, this is all a dream concocted by my feverish and delusional mind, that i'll wake up sweating in bed with just the ghost of cheering in my ears, faded and echoing, a lingering memory of the time my buddy and i were almost rockstars. oops
news organizations obviously aren't perfect, and human fallibility means that mistakes are going to happen in reporting from time to time. and sometimes, you just have to recognize those mistakes with awards, such as regret the error's 2005 crunks: the year in media corrections.
my favorite from the batch:
12.17.2005
merry christmas, mr. potter
your tale of holiday grinchiness, 2005:
most of you know i sing in the choir down at st. francis in victorian village -- it's the church val and i got married in, and the group there is absolutely phenomenal for an all-volunteer four-part church choir. it being the christmas season, our director, phil adams, somehow was contacted by the folks over at the new hyde park steakhouse in the short north, who asked whether we would be interested in caroling for them some night in december? an hour and a half of caroling, they said, and in return we'll feed you, and make a donation to the church for the effort. we of course thought this sounded great, and after a not-inconsiderable bit of schedule comparison, we settled on a good saturday night when most of the choir could be there. so i go to check my email today, and there's a note from phil about tonight. we're not singing. turns out that when phil was working details with them yesterday, they somehow let it slip that the food the very posh and oh-so-fancy hyde park steakhouse would be preparing for us was... takeout pizza. now, frankly, none of us would really have minded if it were mcdonald's, so long as it's warm. but when they sold us this deal, they pretty much made it sound like "we'll be more than happy to provide you with our signature steak dinners" in exchange for providing them with an hour and a half of four-part victorian christmas carols -- and really, wouldn't you make the logical leap that when a restaurant offers to feed you, that's where the meal's coming from? and if they're willing to play hide-the-ball with dinner, exactly what would the "generous donation" to st. francis have entailed? when phil tried to point out how he felt like hyde park had been a little disingenuous, shall we say, in arranging this performance, the manager basically refused to listen to him, rudely cut him off and told him that hyde park would just get someone else to sing saturday night. and so we're out. ![]() merry christmas, mr. potter, y'old bag. 12.15.2005
fry guy!
12.12.2005
meg & dad's snowman
12.09.2005
language arts
from the washington post:
kansas city, kan. - most of the time, 16-year-old zach rubio converses in clear, unaccented american teen-speak, a form of english in which the three most common words are "like," "whatever" and "totally." but zach is also fluent in his dad's native language, spanish -- and that's what got him suspended from school. ### [more] okay, so, i'm not going to pretend that i understand this completely. am i supposed to be seeing the implication that this kid is/has been a troublemaker for the school, and that he's used spanish to further his schemes? the post story goes on to indicate that the suspension has since been lifted and that "speaking a foreign language is not grounds for suspension." but without more context, that's exactly what the piece leads one to conclude. would sure put a damper on teaching of foreign language, i guess -- so what could possibly be the policy rationalization? i summon the lazyweb! help me understand this! 12.07.2005
meringue!
our pal mer over at the elevated umbrella goes postal on martha stewart's christmas-themed peppermint meringue recipe.
after spending about two hours making scratch brownies on friday night before the ware family christmas party on saturday, i feel your pain, mer. 12.02.2005
the cheapest jokes are the best jokes
lifted from andrew sullivan, today:
![]() october 27, 2003: the white house's official transcript records the following statement by the president: it's in the interest of long-term peace in the world that we work for a free and secure and peaceful iraq. a free and secure iraq in the midst of the middle east will have enormous historical impact.which is fine. but that's not what he actually said. (white house video is here, if you don't believe it.) "eloquent" is probably not the word i would have chosen.
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