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welp. my queue’s gone empty again, so much for that. my ears are ringing a lil bit. but i’m safe at home! and we have new blinds at home, that’s really something. i’m ashamed to admit i noticed first that the whole room had been cleaned, and only after a moment’s shock did it strike me that it was because the blind installers came. and the blinds are lovely but now they’re like, nice, and literally nothing else in the room or house is nice at all, in like, a grown-up fashion, and so, uh, we probably ought to, uh, nice up the rest of the place a bit… well, baby steps.
Anyhow. Drove back from Troy last night, and stopped off in Canandaigua, NY, which is a bit east of Rochester– about 75 miles east of Buffalo– to go to a concert. Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers is a band that, about 20 years ago, my dude’s and my mutual roommate introduced us both to, so there’s some deep cuts of history. We’re not like, superfans, but in the last 20 years, whenever we’ve noticed there’s a concert, we’ve gone, because they do a really good show. (I’ve nattered on about them here before, I’m sure, and I remember when they put out a live album earlier this year I gushed about it because it was a really great live album.) They played in Buffalo but it was on Tuesday, and that was when I was busy slaughtering chickens, so.
This was a weird out-of-order stop for them, in a weird little city (pop 10k) off the normal routes for any national tours. But it turns out, the reason is that there’s a brewery in that town that’s named for them, and has a bunch of beers named after various of their songs, and so had asked them if they could come, and they obliged. I was wondering what on earth this was going to be like, since the venue was literally the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant– but it turns out, they fenced it off, put in a bunch of tents, and then literally hundreds of people showed up and it was an astonishingly good show.
[I managed to get right up against the stage on one side, and a bunch of obnoxious-loud superfans came up next to me during the main thing, and I discovered that the best part of superfans is that they interact with the band, and so the band turns and looks right at you, so if you’re trying to take pictures, you get good ones. I gotta get my camera out and look at them, but there’s an ongoing saga of my serial numbers not working on my repaired computer, so I can’t edit photos, which is why I haven’t downloaded the ones from Canada a month ago yet either… anyway. I got some nice shots and had a great time taking them.]
The only downside? At 11pm sharp, half the town called the cops because I’m sure the noise was obnoxious, and a city official called the restaurant and said they had to shut down, and so the band couldn’t do the long encore they wanted to. They managed to play just one more song, on the police’s forbearance– as it happens, the song that a little boy in the crowd had been holding up a sign begging them to play, so– and Roger said, very earnestly, “This has been so much fun, and they’ve asked us to do it again, and you know what, next time we won’t fuck around so much and we’ll start earlier so we’ve got time for the long encore.” Which would be cool, and I’d make a point of attending, but it would especially be cool because 75 miles is a long way to drive starting at 11:30 pm.
But we made it home in our separate cars, and my ears are only ringing a little bit. So I’m back in Buffalo for a week and my cat slept on my face this morning for a while, and all is good.
welp. my queue’s gone empty again, so much for that. my ears are ringing a lil bit. but i’m safe at home! and we have new blinds at home, that’s really something. i’m ashamed to admit i noticed first that the whole room had been cleaned, and only after a moment’s shock did it strike me that it was because the blind installers came. and the blinds are lovely but now they’re like, nice, and literally nothing else in the room or house is nice at all, in like, a grown-up fashion, and so, uh, we probably ought to, uh, nice up the rest of the place a bit… well, baby steps.
Anyhow. Drove back from Troy last night, and stopped off in Canandaigua, NY, which is a bit east of Rochester– about 75 miles east of Buffalo– to go to a concert. Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers is a band that, about 20 years ago, my dude’s and my mutual roommate introduced us both to, so there’s some deep cuts of history. We’re not like, superfans, but in the last 20 years, whenever we’ve noticed there’s a concert, we’ve gone, because they do a really good show. (I’ve nattered on about them here before, I’m sure, and I remember when they put out a live album earlier this year I gushed about it because it was a really great live album.) They played in Buffalo but it was on Tuesday, and that was when I was busy slaughtering chickens, so.
This was a weird out-of-order stop for them, in a weird little city (pop 10k) off the normal routes for any national tours. But it turns out, the reason is that there’s a brewery in that town that’s named for them, and has a bunch of beers named after various of their songs, and so had asked them if they could come, and they obliged. I was wondering what on earth this was going to be like, since the venue was literally the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant– but it turns out, they fenced it off, put in a bunch of tents, and then literally hundreds of people showed up and it was an astonishingly good show.
[I managed to get right up against the stage on one side, and a bunch of obnoxious-loud superfans came up next to me during the main thing, and I discovered that the best part of superfans is that they interact with the band, and so the band turns and looks right at you, so if you’re trying to take pictures, you get good ones. I gotta get my camera out and look at them, but there’s an ongoing saga of my serial numbers not working on my repaired computer, so I can’t edit photos, which is why I haven’t downloaded the ones from Canada a month ago yet either… anyway. I got some nice shots and had a great time taking them.]
The only downside? At 11pm sharp, half the town called the cops because I’m sure the noise was obnoxious, and a city official called the restaurant and said they had to shut down, and so the band couldn’t do the long encore they wanted to. They managed to play just one more song, on the police’s forbearance– as it happens, the song that a little boy in the crowd had been holding up a sign begging them to play, so– and Roger said, very earnestly, “This has been so much fun, and they’ve asked us to do it again, and you know what, next time we won’t fuck around so much and we’ll start earlier so we’ve got time for the long encore.” Which would be cool, and I’d make a point of attending, but it would especially be cool because 75 miles is a long way to drive starting at 11:30 pm.
But we made it home in our separate cars, and my ears are only ringing a little bit. So I’m back in Buffalo for a week and my cat slept on my face this morning for a while, and all is good.
