Late night...
At or around 1am this morning I found out that my dad had a crush on Betty White.
A week or so ago that my brother called dibs on the evening of September 8th, no questions asked.
He took me and my sister to the Canyon, once upon a time a market owned by the then owners of the original Faire site, sold off sometime around the time the Faire site was sold, as well. Wizens, as The Wife still insists on calling it, is now a venue for bands that no longer need a huge arena (hard to believe Cheap Trick will be playing there New Year's Eve), as well as smaller bands, especially and specifically tribute bands.
Three such bands played tonight, one for Depeche Mode (we missed that... accidentally on purpose?), and the night closed with a Cure tribute band (sometimes sounded right, but a lot of late Cure songs I didn't know just sounded... unfamiliar... go figure), but the main event was Dead Man's Party, obviously an Oingo Boingo tribute band. They appear to have some connections with the band, and played one of the original baliphones used by Boingo when they play Grey Matter. The singer does a pretty good Elfman, but other than that they don't try to look like the originals.
Good show, I was surprised I still knew the words well enough to sing along (quietly and happily but hardly moving at the back of the dance floor - might as well have been back at a high school dance) with most of the songs, even those I (gasp) realized I had generally forgotten about. Time to dig up what I still have and fill in the collection.
Anyhow, the people in front of me were dancing fools. Literally. I don't dance, I know some (Dennis?) say self consciousness is a form of vanity, but so be it, I just don't feel uninhibited enough to dance beyond the silly stuff done for my 2-year-old. But these guys and gals... they were being intentionally corny, but had a great time, so they win.
When we eventually got back to my parents place (where we gathered to carpool to the show), and my dad was still up... waiting for us? Another one of those times I felt like I was still in high school. He was watching the Jeff Foxworthy Roast, and I just commented that vulgarity from an obvious source was not that funny, but when it come from someone like, say, Betty White, THEN it has a huge and hilarious impact. That led to his confession that as a 9-year-old he was one of a group of Scouts invited to a local afternoon tv show that was holding a spelling bee that week. When he was on, Betty had remarked that he was "the best speller they had had on the show". He was hers from then on.
So there you go.
A week or so ago that my brother called dibs on the evening of September 8th, no questions asked.
He took me and my sister to the Canyon, once upon a time a market owned by the then owners of the original Faire site, sold off sometime around the time the Faire site was sold, as well. Wizens, as The Wife still insists on calling it, is now a venue for bands that no longer need a huge arena (hard to believe Cheap Trick will be playing there New Year's Eve), as well as smaller bands, especially and specifically tribute bands.
Three such bands played tonight, one for Depeche Mode (we missed that... accidentally on purpose?), and the night closed with a Cure tribute band (sometimes sounded right, but a lot of late Cure songs I didn't know just sounded... unfamiliar... go figure), but the main event was Dead Man's Party, obviously an Oingo Boingo tribute band. They appear to have some connections with the band, and played one of the original baliphones used by Boingo when they play Grey Matter. The singer does a pretty good Elfman, but other than that they don't try to look like the originals.
Good show, I was surprised I still knew the words well enough to sing along (quietly and happily but hardly moving at the back of the dance floor - might as well have been back at a high school dance) with most of the songs, even those I (gasp) realized I had generally forgotten about. Time to dig up what I still have and fill in the collection.
Anyhow, the people in front of me were dancing fools. Literally. I don't dance, I know some (Dennis?) say self consciousness is a form of vanity, but so be it, I just don't feel uninhibited enough to dance beyond the silly stuff done for my 2-year-old. But these guys and gals... they were being intentionally corny, but had a great time, so they win.
When we eventually got back to my parents place (where we gathered to carpool to the show), and my dad was still up... waiting for us? Another one of those times I felt like I was still in high school. He was watching the Jeff Foxworthy Roast, and I just commented that vulgarity from an obvious source was not that funny, but when it come from someone like, say, Betty White, THEN it has a huge and hilarious impact. That led to his confession that as a 9-year-old he was one of a group of Scouts invited to a local afternoon tv show that was holding a spelling bee that week. When he was on, Betty had remarked that he was "the best speller they had had on the show". He was hers from then on.
So there you go.