| Music | February 18, 2001 | Archives |
 Ooooh bad journalist. I've been neglecting my gentle readership. Work and winter are to blame. Plus I got a new computer, cause it's so much fun to say gigahertz, and I was without a scanner for a couple of weeks. Winter is for reading and music and movies. I've been napstering quite a bit. That which was lost shall be given back to you. Gathering acapella treasures, because they sound good over computer speakers. Oh listen the chipmunks are singing again. Friday night was the first coffee house concert at the Unity theatre. Good sound system. Stephen Fearing, a skinny Canadian folk singer, was the performer. Excellent song writer and guitarist. We got to chat with him since he stayed at the Heron. "I'm a desolate town, got a railroad station where my heart should be." Lucy Kaplansky is here in April. A folk music coffee house series right here in town would make me a happy camper. Speaking of coffee houses, Terry Allan and her friend Mick are opening one in the old co-op building on Main Street. It is right on the path the Barn Raisers are trying to establish between the college and the town. It looks like UBR will get a DOT grant to build a bridge across Sandy Stream, although that is dependent on our getting the easement behind Malmberg's house. If this all comes together, it will be a nice tie between the college and the town. I think Terry and Mick will call the coffee house Sandy Stream Cafe.
The movies of winter: Sixth Sense, Being John Malkovich, As Good As It Gets, Ghost Dog, Meet Joe Black, The Green Mile, Mission Impossible.  I'm sure you saw them ages ago, but we only have time to watch movies in the winter. In the summer, we stay outside until dark. In the winter we watch movies and dig our cars out of the snow which on some days takes a while. A lot of buildings have had roof leaks this year as the snow piles up and the ice dams at the edges. You have to rake the snow off the roof to prevent that. Those of you who have stayed in the basement office "guestroom" at the lake might not recognize the view out of the glass doors. Still, I'm hoping for one more snow day out of this winter.
As soon as I checked out the JazzFest schedule for this year and saw Lucinda Williams, Sonny Landreth, Lil Queenie on Thursday, I hopped right over to travelocity.com and made our reservations. Paul Simon and Keb Mo on Friday. I thought I saw Henry Butler in there, but can't find him again. A few days at the beach with da sistahs, and a few days of festin. It's important to buy your tickets in February. Looking at them gets you through March. I reading Tom Robbins Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates just for the similies, and listening to Bruce Cockburn's Breafast in New Orleans, Dinner in Timbuktu just for the scene in Kaldi's. Before that I read Distraction by Bruce Sterling for the cyberpunk sci fi of it, but it had some interesting surprises including a biotech crazed governor of Louisiana named Green Huey who was conducting experiments in dual consciousness on Haitians near New Iberia. Before that it was Daniel Quinn's Ishmael, but with me he was preaching to the choir. |