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So before it all retreats into the mists, I should do Part The Second (and Part The Final) of my OVFF conrep. Having just barely gotten through the Pegasus concert (and my lengthy ruminations on "Wicked Girls") in the last post, I'll just barrel through the high points of the rest of the con from my perspective, halfway-sorta chronologically.
* I parked myself in a doomsday-theme circle for most of Friday late-night and ... theme circles probably shouldn't go on more than three hours. But there were many interpretations of apocalypse and post-apocalypse, even personal apocalypse of nihilistic entropy (as in Randy Hoffman's powerful post-9/11 song "Nothing"). I think I did that circle mostly because I knew I had an apocalyptic song in my limited repertoire ("Catastrophic Dreaming," my rewrite of "California Dreaming"), plus "Martian Starbucks" about the end of a different civilization.
* After Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps' concert, which was characteristically outstanding -- heh, I observed that Ben and I bear a very, very slight resemblance if I were thinner, mysterious and talented (*smiles*) --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrgoodwraith, Kira Heston and I hied to an area Italian eatery that was pretty much the ultimate in what Rand Bellavia calls stuff-on-the-wall restaurants. We enjoyed our lunch while speculating as to the stories behind the nuns on bumper cars, for instance. ("Take that, Sister Mary Angelica! And that and that and that!")
* Was drafted into support roles twice in open filks. Rand enlistedmrgoodwraith and me as the Wide Flat Earth of Sports color commentators for "Medieval Evil Knievel" in Adam's absence, which seemed to go over well. ("Promotional consideration furnished by the Iron-Fisted Reign of King Pendergast. Long may his cruel and pitiless will be imposed upon us.") And starmalachite enlisted us both, along with Kira and Sheryl, to hold up the appropriate cat portraits for her rewrite of "Wicked Girls" about the cats that have become part of her and Steve's lives.
* Lots and lots of fine open-filk moments, such as Sassafrass followedfilkertom's spirited (heh) version of his atheist gospel song with "Hearthfire." And Andrew Ross' rewrite (I hesitate to say "parody" when the effect is serious) of "Crazy Man Michael" about seanan_mcguire's A Local Habitation. Some wondrous Randy-and-Kira harmonizing -- their voices do some serious magic together. Watching the inevitable reactions when the one or two people in the room who'd never heard it hear "Wreck of the Crash" for the first time. (Not sure who did it; it wasn't Brooke.)
* Didn't go to the mass grouping at the Mongolian BBQ this time around; spent a less-crowded dinner withbraider and peteralway at a local Subway, mostly for the company and the conversation. (Serendipitously, Simon & Garfunkel's "The Boxer" was playing at one point, which is one song for which I have a slightly infamous parody.) And on the way back, Mary shared the virtues of her latest musical fascination, Enter the Haggis. (I'm liking it. Sadly, I can't get another Saturday off anytime soon so can't get to their Buffalo show.)
* It was good seeing 19 Action News in a full-band setting. Which reminds me; I need to send some Rochester club contacts like I promised the drummer, should they do any mini-tours in west-central New York. I did disillusion him a bit about the travel time: No, Cleveland to Rochester is slightly more than three hours. Quite a bit, actually.
Ach. So much more Awesome packed into the weekend, but this has already gone on too long. Finances don't allow for any further fannish-type sojourns until FilKONtario, but that always makes FKO even more special; coming on at the onset of spring, it's something of an opening of the season for me. (Of course, there's also tax time, but we won't talk about that.)
Words: Perdido Street Station by China Mieville
Sounds & Images: Country Music by Willie Nelson, a find at today's record show hosted by the wondrous Bop Shop -- which I just found out today is losing its lease in Rochester's Village Gate Square. Big Sigh.
State O'Mind: Appreciative
* I parked myself in a doomsday-theme circle for most of Friday late-night and ... theme circles probably shouldn't go on more than three hours. But there were many interpretations of apocalypse and post-apocalypse, even personal apocalypse of nihilistic entropy (as in Randy Hoffman's powerful post-9/11 song "Nothing"). I think I did that circle mostly because I knew I had an apocalyptic song in my limited repertoire ("Catastrophic Dreaming," my rewrite of "California Dreaming"), plus "Martian Starbucks" about the end of a different civilization.
* After Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps' concert, which was characteristically outstanding -- heh, I observed that Ben and I bear a very, very slight resemblance if I were thinner, mysterious and talented (*smiles*) --
mrgoodwraith, Kira Heston and I hied to an area Italian eatery that was pretty much the ultimate in what Rand Bellavia calls stuff-on-the-wall restaurants. We enjoyed our lunch while speculating as to the stories behind the nuns on bumper cars, for instance. ("Take that, Sister Mary Angelica! And that and that and that!")* Was drafted into support roles twice in open filks. Rand enlisted
mrgoodwraith and me as the Wide Flat Earth of Sports color commentators for "Medieval Evil Knievel" in Adam's absence, which seemed to go over well. ("Promotional consideration furnished by the Iron-Fisted Reign of King Pendergast. Long may his cruel and pitiless will be imposed upon us.") And starmalachite enlisted us both, along with Kira and Sheryl, to hold up the appropriate cat portraits for her rewrite of "Wicked Girls" about the cats that have become part of her and Steve's lives.* Lots and lots of fine open-filk moments, such as Sassafrass followed
filkertom's spirited (heh) version of his atheist gospel song with "Hearthfire." And Andrew Ross' rewrite (I hesitate to say "parody" when the effect is serious) of "Crazy Man Michael" about seanan_mcguire's A Local Habitation. Some wondrous Randy-and-Kira harmonizing -- their voices do some serious magic together. Watching the inevitable reactions when the one or two people in the room who'd never heard it hear "Wreck of the Crash" for the first time. (Not sure who did it; it wasn't Brooke.)* Didn't go to the mass grouping at the Mongolian BBQ this time around; spent a less-crowded dinner with
braider and peteralway at a local Subway, mostly for the company and the conversation. (Serendipitously, Simon & Garfunkel's "The Boxer" was playing at one point, which is one song for which I have a slightly infamous parody.) And on the way back, Mary shared the virtues of her latest musical fascination, Enter the Haggis. (I'm liking it. Sadly, I can't get another Saturday off anytime soon so can't get to their Buffalo show.)* It was good seeing 19 Action News in a full-band setting. Which reminds me; I need to send some Rochester club contacts like I promised the drummer, should they do any mini-tours in west-central New York. I did disillusion him a bit about the travel time: No, Cleveland to Rochester is slightly more than three hours. Quite a bit, actually.
Ach. So much more Awesome packed into the weekend, but this has already gone on too long. Finances don't allow for any further fannish-type sojourns until FilKONtario, but that always makes FKO even more special; coming on at the onset of spring, it's something of an opening of the season for me. (Of course, there's also tax time, but we won't talk about that.)
Words: Perdido Street Station by China Mieville
Sounds & Images: Country Music by Willie Nelson, a find at today's record show hosted by the wondrous Bop Shop -- which I just found out today is losing its lease in Rochester's Village Gate Square. Big Sigh.
State O'Mind: Appreciative
