The Aerie
Hah. I scooped Lileks. His [1]Bleat regarding the World Trade Center
designs came out after my journal entry on the topic.
On the other hand, hundreds and hundreds of thousands more people read
his Bleat than will ever read my journals.
Nonetheless, I'm savoring my meaningless accomplishment!
Otherwise, the latest fun was last night's Indigo Girls concert at the
State Theater -- excuse me, "The Historic State Theater" -- in
Minneapolis. A very nice show. The Girls were alone on stage, just the
two of them and their various guitars, banjos, harmonicas and lutes.
And they seemed to be having a really good time.
For those scoring at home, the setlist included:
* Become You
* Get Out the Map
* Jonas and Ezekiel
* Power of Two
* Yield
* Deconstruction of Love
* Devotion
* Wood Song
* Go
* Love's Recovery
* Gone Again
* Collecting You
* Shame on You
* Closer to Fine (with Kim Richie)
* [2]Take it in Stride (new song)
* Saving Me
* Starkville
* Least Complicated
* Chickenman/Bitterroot
Encore
* Galileo
* This Is My Song
We had a great time at the concert. Our seats were midway up the
balcony. Originally we'd gotten great seats on the main floor, but
when we hit "submit" on the web page, of course the server horked and
we lost our reservation. Thirty seconds later we were halfway up the
balcony and glad to get it. Nice thing about these seats, though, is
that they were just over the entranceway, meaning that we had no one
in front of us.
[3]Every concert that we've [4]been to lately has featured an
appearance by the Rabid Fan, an extremely tall and socially unskilled
person who usually ends up in the seat in front of us. Her main
characteristic is that she rocks or sways vigorously from side to side
for the duration of the concert, which combined with her height makes
enjoying the show rather challenging.
Last night as I went to get a drink (oddly, the Historic State Theater
lets you drink during the performance), I passed the Rabid Fan just
coming into the theater. New for this event: a banner. I could hardly
wait.
Returning to my seat, I scanned the main floor below and soon spotted
her seated in, of all things, the second row. Well, she was bound to
have a fantastic time, as were the people in the third and fourth
rows.
The Girls showed up and out came the banner, a one-by-four-foot flag
supported by poles on either end. Through the fabric I could read a
very large "MPLS" thickly painted, and then below it several more
words, trailing off in the "I didn't think this through" font running
up the side.
Well, that lasted all of about thirty seconds, the time it took an
usher to crawl across in front of the front row and shine her
flashlight in the Rabid Fan's face.
The concert proceeded without further incident, and afterwards I made
a point of speaking to the Rabid Fan for the first time. "How did
you," I didn't say "of all people", "manage to score second row
seats?"
I had long thought second row seats were reserved for two people: the
well-connected, and the radio winner.
"On Ebay," she said.
I think I fractured my skull pulling a "D'oh!".
I don't know why it never occurred to me that one of the two former
categories might sell their front-row tickets. Well, yeah, actually I
guess I know why, it's because I would never think of selling my front
row tickets!
Anyway, I guess that will be the plan for the next concert. Of course
I'll be in there bidding against the Rabid Fan...
This week a special treat for all my regular readers (and the two of
you know who you are), TWO count 'em TWO concert reviews. On Tuesday
night his friends are holding a [5]cancer benefit (scroll down to
"Tuesday" for my friend Steve. From lesbian folk to aging punk rock in
three days time: better purchase some earplugs!
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Posted by Albatross at February 9, 2003 12:00 AM