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Yesterday, there was German, lunch with Joodles, Ted's memorial, church rehearsal, and my first ever non-school public performance of my own stuff. It was exhausting. Well, mostly that was the funeral.
Dan didn't come, possibly because he's still mad. I'm a little mad, myself. Partially at Ted, partially at myself. There were few people I admired more, and though many of the things I loved about him weren't his own choice (room-holding charisma, sonorous tone, inborn linguistic facility, compassionate intelligence, near-perfect pianistic ear), many were (academic drive, erudite humor, sartorial eccentricity, universal kindness, active outreach). It seems ludicrous that someone with so much going for him would just disappear, but illness is illness.
I may have been a little snippy in church rehearsal.
I was early to Coffeehouse to set up my little rig, and the guy assigned to help me didn't have much to do. I waited around for the 15 minutes I'd expected to need for setup, practicing and warming up with the volume on the amp turned way down, and then played Rain (during which Joodles walked in) right a 9:45. A Certainty, Eulogy for the Walking Dead, I Will (Beatles), and Archive, and I was done, my 15-minute set complete. Some kind souls clapped at the end of each one, but I think the general lack of attention the busy coffeehouse paid me was helpful, in that I'd have been much more nervous if I'd had to introduce things and explain myself and comport myself for an *audience* rather than a roomful of incidental hearers. Dan showed up out of his hiding place at the back, having considerately attempted not to be visible, and he and Joodles helped me strike and carry everything to the car.
It's been a mercy to just stay here and work today. And tonight I get to hit things with swords.
Dan didn't come, possibly because he's still mad. I'm a little mad, myself. Partially at Ted, partially at myself. There were few people I admired more, and though many of the things I loved about him weren't his own choice (room-holding charisma, sonorous tone, inborn linguistic facility, compassionate intelligence, near-perfect pianistic ear), many were (academic drive, erudite humor, sartorial eccentricity, universal kindness, active outreach). It seems ludicrous that someone with so much going for him would just disappear, but illness is illness.
I may have been a little snippy in church rehearsal.
I was early to Coffeehouse to set up my little rig, and the guy assigned to help me didn't have much to do. I waited around for the 15 minutes I'd expected to need for setup, practicing and warming up with the volume on the amp turned way down, and then played Rain (during which Joodles walked in) right a 9:45. A Certainty, Eulogy for the Walking Dead, I Will (Beatles), and Archive, and I was done, my 15-minute set complete. Some kind souls clapped at the end of each one, but I think the general lack of attention the busy coffeehouse paid me was helpful, in that I'd have been much more nervous if I'd had to introduce things and explain myself and comport myself for an *audience* rather than a roomful of incidental hearers. Dan showed up out of his hiding place at the back, having considerately attempted not to be visible, and he and Joodles helped me strike and carry everything to the car.
It's been a mercy to just stay here and work today. And tonight I get to hit things with swords.