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You can pretty smoothly sing the Mystery Science Theatre theme to I Dreamed A Dream from Les Miz.
Or maybe that should be Les MST now… :D
I’ll never be too old for conventions, but I can see eventually becoming too old to recover from them gracefully. But not yet!
I have noticed that the people who came to OVFF with their parents twentysome years ago when I first started attending now look like their parents did twentysome years ago… oog. Well, I suppose I look like my dad did twenty years ago, so it’s only fair.
Anyway, I had one of the best jams ever Saturday night; Hope (whose last name has fallen out of my head, I am *so* sorry if you’re reading this!!) with her saxophones, and Peter Alway with his guitar, and someone whose name I didn’t catch because we had the lights down to simulate a dark jazz club who gave us some magnificent vocals, for probably about two hours, much of which got recorded and I can’t wait to hear it. Generally, if we approached any existing song it was nearly accidental; we were freestyling the whole time (except for a little while on Peter’s “Evil Waltz”). I need to see if I can get a recording of the Sunday jam, too — it was pretty blazing.
So I was putting together a PDF I could load onto my reader for easy transport of all the filk I’ve written (yeah, all two and a half songs… it was more proof of principle than anything else), and I can NOT remember two lines from the first verse of “It’s Alive!” and I now discover that I never put it on here, and can’t find a copy on my computer.
I must be a real filker now, I’ve got Frank Hayes Disease.
EDIT: Okay, I got one of them back, but I’m still missing the second line of the first verse. Augh!
OVFF starts Friday.
Two people in the office in just the last week have had laryngitis and COMPLETELY lost their voices.
The hotel for OVFF is fully booked, so I’m glad I got my room back in May (with a request for something closer to the action — last year I was about as far away as you could get without physically leaving the building). And I got my membership… I *think*. I’ll be prepared to pay at the gate if I have to, though, but I’m pretty sure I already got that online, too.
There are a LOT of things on the schedule I want to do this year; usually I just kind of float around and catch up with folks. Well, that’s a good thing. Really, all I have left to do is a couple loads of laundry and packing a bag or two. I’m actually half tempted to sneak up to the Frisky Puppy party on Thursday night after work, except that I wouldn’t get there until 1am and I’m not sure if the puppy will still be frolicking at that hour.
I really really wish I could remember my dreams more often. I woke up with precisely one line of a filk stuck in my head, and I quote (the tune should be obvious):
o/` It’s fun to study with Y-O-D-A, it’s fun to study with Y-O-D-A… o/`
I don’t even like the Village People, or the dog’s breakfast Lucas has made of Star Wars since the original trilogy! What scares me more is that a quick Google search turns up nothing, so either I’m the first person to think of this… or the only one sick enough to go public with it.
Among my vices, I’m a coin collector, and I always go to the Ohio State Coin Show which is held the day before Labor Day every year. Now, it’s held up at the Crowne Plaza in Dublin, which is where OVFF used to be, and uses much of the same convention space.
So even though I know intellectually I’m going to turn a corner and bump into a coin dealer, I keep half expecting to turn a corner and bump into a musician. It’s a fun kind of weird. There is a fountain pen show up there two weeks after OVFF, and no doubt if I were to go to that, I would get confused by the lack of guitars and coins. :D
Huh. Is there any numismatic filk? Maybe written with a fountain pen?
Conventions are kind of weird, by simple definition. Sometimes the weirdness gets kicked up a notch.
I have a thing about any event I attend or trip I go on that’s more complicated than a simple day trip: I need to forget something minor. If I don’t, I’ll be waiting the whole weekend for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. It pre-disasters the event so I can have it go smoothly after that.
So I apparently over-prepared for this past weekend at Ohio Valley Filk Fest. I had just called the cab company to come get me, and went to my bedroom to get the envelope with my saved hotel money from the place where it has been for the last three months.
It wasn’t there.
Ever stand in the middle of a room pounding your own chest trying to get your heart to re-start?
So I call the cab company to cancel the cab until I can recover both my marbles and the money. I spend the next half hour both looking for the missing envelope and trying to figure out where I can get $250 on exceedingly short notice without burning a hole through my checking account.
It turned up halfway across the bedroom between two magazines that I have not read any time recently. I swear, it’s things like this that shake my disbelief in the supernatural.
Anyway. Called the cab company again to re-order the cab. Get on the road. Immediately hit a traffic jam on 315 North. But it was early enough not to worry about it; I arrived in plenty of time to enjoy the traditional Friday night Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, followed by the Pegasus Concert (and congratulations to all the winners!).
I had a good weekend, performance-wise, I think. I’ve gone wireless — I wish I could remember who called my rig a ‘wireless music router’, but I love it. :) The system worked great, although I now have four different volume controls to keep track of — on the instrument, on the transmitter, on the receiver, and on the amp itself. I’m still working out the best balances for volume on each to minimize noise. But it worked out well, and it was great to be able to wander around while playing, which I have always tended to do, occasionally coming to cable-tethered grief.
Performed my only filk to-date (which I don’t think I’ve published online yet), as it was a perfect follow-up to two other Frankenstein songs. The groan points shift from performance to performance, I’ve noted — different reactions to the same lines. Weird. It kind of blows my mind that I’m singing solo in public, but yaknow, it’s well past time — not that I think I’m that good a singer, just that I’ve been going to OVFF for decades now, and I know they don’t bite, at least without warning or permission. I’m feeling more comfortable putting myself out there, however slowly. We had three basses in that filk, which was weird. We’re slowly taking over. :)
The Sunday Jam was magnificent chaos, as it always is. I was off my game (playing through a blister on my left index finger) but all right. Nothing epic or memorable from me, but I had a great deal of fun. And it was lovely to be able to get out on the floor and hear myself within the mix, not having to stick close to my amp.
I wonder why we never do some of the classics like ‘Werewolves of London’ or ‘Benson Arizona’ on the Sunday Jam. I’d love to lead ‘Werewolves’ some time — Zevon is more or less in my vocal range, and it’s a simple enough song, just D, C, G and repeat until done. Problem is, I can’t (yet) play bass and sing at the same time.
Dinner at BD’s, then back for some casual gaming in the con suite with friends until it was time to go. Which was interrupted by the news that while we were back there, the hotel front desk had been held up at gunpoint. *That* news garnered the messenger a few goggle-eyed stares over the ‘Thurn & Taxis’ board. Happily, no one was hurt. I should imagine the hotel staff was a bit shaken, but that’s to be expected under those circumstances.
Con crud set in while I was at work yesterday. Today it’s snowing while Frankenstorm chews up the eastern seaboard. Weird weekend indeed.
OVFF starts tomorrow. I have my clothes ready. I have money set aside for the hotel room. My bass, guitar and theremin are all set and ready to roll. By then, I will have cleared the chips on both my cameras. I have replaced the broken laptop with one that is considerably less broken. The only thing that’s even remotely disastrous is that I only just located my ebook reader today, so it’s too late to locate and store all the tab and lyrics I wanted to have.
All I’m really going to have to do is call a cab Friday afternoon.
Cue panic mode. o.O
Blue Man Group is friggin’ AWESOME in concert.