As some of you already know, I spent the weekend in Eugene, OR. Now, for those of you who are not familiar with the geography of the Greatest Country in the World (also known as the Pacific Northwest), Eugene is a small-ish town about two hours south of Portland. Being there is kind of like being on the Hellmouth, except the demons/witches/androids/etc. have been replaced by hippies, punkers, retirees, and artists. Just as an example: on Sunday, we went to hear a miniature swing orchestra. There was a man who looked to be a very fit 80 years of age, with a long white beard, wearing something that looked like a streamlined version of a band leader's parade uniform, doing what I can only describe as free-form Zen t'ai chi to the Big Band beat.
This, in all seriousness, was one of the least odd parts of the whole weekend.
Oh, and I think cherrysher
has been given the Mandate of Heaven... I'm just not entirely sure for what.
I've finally heard Cherry Poppin' Daddies songs besides "Zoot Suit Riot", and while I had the same problems with their show that I do with all concerts (i.e. having to stand for hours in close proximity with people I would normally not even look at, much less touch), it really was quite good. Steve Perry is a genius of a composer, I'll give 'im that. I met one of the band members, and also saw an old friend from high school, now living in Eugene full time, who came to the show.
I hung out with swankyfunk
and two other members of the Daddies' hardcore fan club, and it was a unique experience. As some of you know, I wasn't really into music at all until around seventh grade, and even then it was only about listening to the radio as background noise for me; I don't think I actually bought a CD until I was a sophomore in high school. I like music, of course, but it's not as... central to my being as it is for a lot of people, and I've certainly
never been so into one single artist/band as these women are into the Daddies. I can't at all imagine what that must be like, so I think there's some crucial disconnect that will always prevent me from appreciating their music as cherrysher
and company do, but it was definitely educational for me to see... it was very nearly a religious experience.
A lot more happened this weekend, but most of it was internal, and it involves me only peripherally, so I don't really know how to articulate any of it, and I don't think it's really my place to do so.
Further bulletins as events warrant.