Actually 5 but, that’s coming up…evil mastermind that I am, I’m coordinating with KPRI (the radio station that hosts all those amazing concerts I like to call “Class in Session”) to cross promote with the company I now work for all the while scheming…that the concert we eventually sponsor will be mine alllllll mine… muhahahah ;). Actually it’s more like happenstance. They’re perfect for us and they also just happen to be the radio station who offers the frequent listener concerts that I so want to be the headliner for one day. We shall see…In the meantime I’m a happy attendee of them and taking every opportunity I can to make them my classroom.
Step back for a sec…so, the voice is starting to come back but, when one thing goes right another thing goes…WTF? Serg and Anne had their baby on Sunday and I’m so psyched to go meet little Sailor Bailey the next morning when I wake up to find my left eye is all red on the inside oh lord…is that Pink eye? I think back to everything I touched in the last 24 hours and a flash comes back…the neighbors are moving out…their cat likes to hang out on my patio an curl up on my blanket out there under the umbrella. I don’t mind so much and it runs off when it sees me so its a fun game. This time it is standing smack in the middle of the top of the steps and insisting on being acknowledged…it knows this is the last day we’ll be playing this game…so I reached down and petted the little guy for a minute and bid him a fond farewell and nice live(s). No worries right? Except I’m highly allergic to pet dander. Especially cats. So, I must’ve touched the corner of my eye before washing my hands (which I know better to do that right after but noooo not this time). Now, people look at me like they’re afraid to shake hands or even be in breathing distance. I explain “No…it isn’t the kind that’s contagious…look it up…when caused by pet dander its not contagious but, it doesn’t dissuade them from giving that look of trepidation.
Now…does that stop me from going to the boat concert? Nope. My poor friend Diane had to be my sidekick. Between that and the creaky knees that won’t bend enough to sit on the ground I was looking and feeling like a right git. Like many of the concerts I go to, I don’t know the band but, just had a good feeling about em (which usually pays off). The response in RSVP’s was so big that they had to get a bigger boat~ Pretty impressive…we got there in good time and headed to the wine/food bar. I was telling Diane how much I was looking forward to the cheese pack they have (it is awesome…a plastic picnic style thing with 6 different kinds of cheese, 2 different kinds of premium crackers (no saltines in this pack – though I do love em…they gotten me through many a flu and a few hangovers 😉 and a small bunch of grapes. That, and a glass of chardonnay and we’re picnicking at an outdoor, floating concert…ahhhh I was picturing it and salivating when the guy in front of us turns back and says (after taking a step back from my ugly eye) “Well, not this time because they’re out of em”. Diane was like “oh, that’s a shame alright” and I was like (pressing my luck with the universe) “Oh no, we’ll get the cheese plate”. He thinks I’m a nutter. I don’t care. I decide to go with the crazy optimism. and Just as he’s paying for his drinks a guy goes behind the bar with a box and low and behold guess what was in it? Yup…he looks back at me like “What do you know…” I smiled and said “I told you we were getting the cheese platter” and smiled all knowingly. It’s funny in the moment but, I can see him telling the story of the time he met a psychic…a cheesy psychic…;)
So, we get our stuff and head up to the top deck and I keep looking at the stage and thinking…something’s missing…aha…no drum kit is set up…this band has a drummer right? Hrmmm. The boat takes off from the pier and heads out onto the bay and we oooh and awe at the sights around us when a man goes up on stage and announces “Parachute” to the stage. The 5 young lads pop up on stage (3 of em wearing captain’s hats) and they tell how they got them as souvenirs from the captain and decided to wear them tonite and then they break into song and WOW. Diane and I looked at each other and were quite proud of ourselves for catching this moment. This kid wasn’t that homogeneous sound we’ve been going on about. He’s got a voice and the lyrics we could follow, Ghost in particular and I liked how he took something intense and put a lighthearted flip to it (kind of like Morresy back in the day). As good as he was, it wasn’t great until his guitarist came in with the harmonies. That’s when the music resonated right off the chest bone. Gd I love it when that happens~ One of the most interesting moments was when he tells us that they went skydiving that day and as he described it I was nodding and saying “No kidding….I know I know…Yeah, exactly~”. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye at one point and I’m sure he thought “Okay lady…who’s telling the story here”. LOL. But, it inspired me. So, when the concert was over I b-lined for the merchandise table and got one of their shirts and had each one sign it in minutes and showed Diane my achievement when she showed me her CD purchase and asked “could you…” “Of course I can (for I am a human bulldozer)”. and I muscled my way back in and had them sign it. I avoided eye contact but, the first guy did see me and you could tell he was like “Don’t touch my pen”.
So, what did I learn in class that day? A strong reminder that partnering is needed (an even stronger reminder the next night – Thursday but, that’s a story for the next blog) that harmonies can make or break a song and that it makes a huge difference when band members are connected (which these guys were). The tee shirt I gave to my new boss to remind her of my gratitude for getting me to jump out of a plane and the next night a CD for my other boss but, again…that’s another story…
My sister arrives late tomorrow night so I’m off to spend what little time I have (trust me I’ll need every hour of it) tidying up the cottage and making it guest ready. She’s coming here to make good on a promise she made last September when I had my surgery…to come back when I was up for it and hike Torrey Pines together…followed by sushi…followed by open mic at Hensley’s (we like to pack as much as possible into our holidays). If I get it all done in time I’ll try to write/post the story of this Thursday’s open mic and see if I can figure out how to get the video of Parachute off my phone and onto this blog for u all to see…until then…thanks as always for listening~