On Saturday afternoon, we took the dogs down there just to check it out and it encouraged me to go back on Sunday with my guitar -- but mindful of the city law against amplification without a permit, just acoustic -- no amp or harmony box. To make it even easier to carry, I zip-tied my tip jar to a light music stand, and made a "poster" slipped into the pockets of the songbook binder. A stack of cards fit into the lid of the tip jar, and I could throw a few songlists down. Everything (plus a bottle of Dew) fit into a backpack, with my guitar (without the case) over my other shoulder.
But when I got there about 4:00, a locally famous lady named April was belting out her 40's tunes in "Acoustic Alley" (an enclosed foot corridor that focuses sound, making it essentially the only place where a quiet instrument (like a guitar or voice) can be heard), and a guy was making a go of strumming on J&W's corner.
I went down PCH to try out some of the other spots I noted the day before, but since I've never seen anyone else play any of those places, I was afraid to. I experimentally strummed a little bit in one of the courtyards, but there was nobody coming in anyway, so I gave up. It was becoming clear that even if I got permission to play somewhere, I was completely inaudible.
So after a while I wandered back to the main street, but April was still in the Alley, and Steven was still on the corner. You'd think that in the whole of Laguna Beach, there'd be more than two places to play street music, but it really does boil down to those two places.
Anyway, I went down the street a ways and played inaudibly on a sidewalk bench for a spell. I didn't get the stuff out of the bag though, so it was just an experiment in what songs I could do from memory. After a while of that, it was coming on 6:00, so I decided to just go on home, but on one last check, April was gone from the Alley. I quickly moved in and stayed the rest of the night.
It's an interesting challenge. Unlike normal amplified gigs, the zone where you can be heard is very small. And since everyone is walking by, you have a very limited time, maybe 5 seconds, to make an impression or you've lost them. It definitely behooves you to (a) sound good, (b) be singing, not flipping pages, tuning, or playing the instrumental verse, and (c) play songs that everybody can recognize from any tiny snippet at any given point in the song.
These rules were pretty easy to figure out since I was playing off to the side of the walkway, and people either would, or would not, turn their heads to look at me, depending on their immediate 1-second impression. The tendency is to just keep looking forward and just go by -- it took *something* to turn their heads.
After figuring that out, getting that instant and anywhere-in-the-song recognition factor narrowed my already-narrowed "Street Songs" list to about 4: "Hotel California", "Hey Jude", "Country Roads", and the clear winner, "Over the Rainbow". Of course I played other songs anyway, just for my own entertainment ("I'm Yours" works for the younger kids and a lot of people remember "The Boxer"), but the really deeply-well-known songs are the ones that make people reach for their wallets. And it's so satisfying to overhear someone tell their friend, "Oh! I love this song!", and even better if they stop to hear it to the end.
I played from about 6 until 9, when it was getting pretty thin, and I was getting pretty hungry. Surprisingly, there was 32 bucks in the jar, almost as much as a winter night at Spectrum, and enough to interest me in doing it again sometime. With school letting out soon, I think even weekday evenings might be fun, but only if I can get into the Alley. (Or if I get brave enough to build a small, camouflaged, and battery-powered rig...)
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Keith at Laguna Beach -- 28May2012
With the shutdown of my main gig at the Food Court, I'm suddenly interested in "diversifying my portfolio" -- i.e., having more places to play. Jim & Warren seem to be enjoying their twice-weekly attacks on Laguna Beach, so I thought I'd give that another go.
On Saturday afternoon, we took the dogs down there just to check it out and it encouraged me to go back on Sunday with my guitar -- but mindful of the city law against amplification without a permit, just acoustic -- no amp or harmony box. To make it even easier to carry, I zip-tied my tip jar to a light music stand, and made a "poster" slipped into the pockets of the songbook binder. A stack of cards fit into the lid of the tip jar, and I could throw a few songlists down. Everything (plus a bottle of Dew) fit into a backpack, with my guitar (without the case) over my other shoulder.
But when I got there about 4:00, a locally famous lady named April was belting out her 40's tunes in "Acoustic Alley" (an enclosed foot corridor that focuses sound, making it essentially the only place where a quiet instrument (like a guitar or voice) can be heard), and a guy was making a go of strumming on J&W's corner.
I went down PCH to try out some of the other spots I noted the day before, but since I've never seen anyone else play any of those places, I was afraid to. I experimentally strummed a little bit in one of the courtyards, but there was nobody coming in anyway, so I gave up. It was becoming clear that even if I got permission to play somewhere, I was completely inaudible.
So after a while I wandered back to the main street, but April was still in the Alley, and Steven was still on the corner. You'd think that in the whole of Laguna Beach, there'd be more than two places to play street music, but it really does boil down to those two places.
Anyway, I went down the street a ways and played inaudibly on a sidewalk bench for a spell. I didn't get the stuff out of the bag though, so it was just an experiment in what songs I could do from memory. After a while of that, it was coming on 6:00, so I decided to just go on home, but on one last check, April was gone from the Alley. I quickly moved in and stayed the rest of the night.
It's an interesting challenge. Unlike normal amplified gigs, the zone where you can be heard is very small. And since everyone is walking by, you have a very limited time, maybe 5 seconds, to make an impression or you've lost them. It definitely behooves you to (a) sound good, (b) be singing, not flipping pages, tuning, or playing the instrumental verse, and (c) play songs that everybody can recognize from any tiny snippet at any given point in the song.
These rules were pretty easy to figure out since I was playing off to the side of the walkway, and people either would, or would not, turn their heads to look at me, depending on their immediate 1-second impression. The tendency is to just keep looking forward and just go by -- it took *something* to turn their heads.
After figuring that out, getting that instant and anywhere-in-the-song recognition factor narrowed my already-narrowed "Street Songs" list to about 4: "Hotel California", "Hey Jude", "Country Roads", and the clear winner, "Over the Rainbow". Of course I played other songs anyway, just for my own entertainment ("I'm Yours" works for the younger kids and a lot of people remember "The Boxer"), but the really deeply-well-known songs are the ones that make people reach for their wallets. And it's so satisfying to overhear someone tell their friend, "Oh! I love this song!", and even better if they stop to hear it to the end.
I played from about 6 until 9, when it was getting pretty thin, and I was getting pretty hungry. Surprisingly, there was 32 bucks in the jar, almost as much as a winter night at Spectrum, and enough to interest me in doing it again sometime. With school letting out soon, I think even weekday evenings might be fun, but only if I can get into the Alley. (Or if I get brave enough to build a small, camouflaged, and battery-powered rig...)
On Saturday afternoon, we took the dogs down there just to check it out and it encouraged me to go back on Sunday with my guitar -- but mindful of the city law against amplification without a permit, just acoustic -- no amp or harmony box. To make it even easier to carry, I zip-tied my tip jar to a light music stand, and made a "poster" slipped into the pockets of the songbook binder. A stack of cards fit into the lid of the tip jar, and I could throw a few songlists down. Everything (plus a bottle of Dew) fit into a backpack, with my guitar (without the case) over my other shoulder.
But when I got there about 4:00, a locally famous lady named April was belting out her 40's tunes in "Acoustic Alley" (an enclosed foot corridor that focuses sound, making it essentially the only place where a quiet instrument (like a guitar or voice) can be heard), and a guy was making a go of strumming on J&W's corner.
I went down PCH to try out some of the other spots I noted the day before, but since I've never seen anyone else play any of those places, I was afraid to. I experimentally strummed a little bit in one of the courtyards, but there was nobody coming in anyway, so I gave up. It was becoming clear that even if I got permission to play somewhere, I was completely inaudible.
So after a while I wandered back to the main street, but April was still in the Alley, and Steven was still on the corner. You'd think that in the whole of Laguna Beach, there'd be more than two places to play street music, but it really does boil down to those two places.
Anyway, I went down the street a ways and played inaudibly on a sidewalk bench for a spell. I didn't get the stuff out of the bag though, so it was just an experiment in what songs I could do from memory. After a while of that, it was coming on 6:00, so I decided to just go on home, but on one last check, April was gone from the Alley. I quickly moved in and stayed the rest of the night.
It's an interesting challenge. Unlike normal amplified gigs, the zone where you can be heard is very small. And since everyone is walking by, you have a very limited time, maybe 5 seconds, to make an impression or you've lost them. It definitely behooves you to (a) sound good, (b) be singing, not flipping pages, tuning, or playing the instrumental verse, and (c) play songs that everybody can recognize from any tiny snippet at any given point in the song.
These rules were pretty easy to figure out since I was playing off to the side of the walkway, and people either would, or would not, turn their heads to look at me, depending on their immediate 1-second impression. The tendency is to just keep looking forward and just go by -- it took *something* to turn their heads.
After figuring that out, getting that instant and anywhere-in-the-song recognition factor narrowed my already-narrowed "Street Songs" list to about 4: "Hotel California", "Hey Jude", "Country Roads", and the clear winner, "Over the Rainbow". Of course I played other songs anyway, just for my own entertainment ("I'm Yours" works for the younger kids and a lot of people remember "The Boxer"), but the really deeply-well-known songs are the ones that make people reach for their wallets. And it's so satisfying to overhear someone tell their friend, "Oh! I love this song!", and even better if they stop to hear it to the end.
I played from about 6 until 9, when it was getting pretty thin, and I was getting pretty hungry. Surprisingly, there was 32 bucks in the jar, almost as much as a winter night at Spectrum, and enough to interest me in doing it again sometime. With school letting out soon, I think even weekday evenings might be fun, but only if I can get into the Alley. (Or if I get brave enough to build a small, camouflaged, and battery-powered rig...)
Monday, May 28, 2012
Keith at MV Farmer's Market - 25May2012
It never really got cold or wet enough to shut me down, but it did keep the shoppers away pretty well. I played anyway, 'cuz it's just fun to play, and the later it got, the more people showed up, so it ended up not too bad.
When I got there, the public sound system was on, playing some nice background music. When I was ready to start, the maintenance guy, Chris, was nowhere to be found, but I had prepared for this last time by following him to see where the system was hidden. So I went and shut it down myself.
But it was fun. Even though it was outdoors, it was nice and quiet so the sound was pretty good, which is always fun for me. And, although only a few people came over to sit and listen a spell, lots of people went to the trouble to walk over and put some money in the jar, so I guess they could hear me and were enjoying it as they were shopping, which is, I guess, the point.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Keith at Irvine Spectrum Myrtle Court -- 19May2012
The Irvine Spectrum Center management suddenly and inexplicably decided to stop hosting live music at the Food Court, though they're keeping the Myrtle Court stage. I've been playing almost exclusively at the Food Court, because they don't (didn't) charge a $50 "setup fee" for that one like they do for the Myrtle Court. This is presumably because the Food Court kinda sucks, and if they charged for it, no one would come.
The sudden change cancelled two already-booked gigs at the Food Court, but since I've been doing pretty well in tips lately (and rather than being suddenly retired), I signed up for the only remaining May opening at Myrtle Court, and with some trepidation, sent in the $50 fee. I'm not in this for the money, but it's kinda nice to bring home *something* for the trouble of going out there (not to mention the 40 years of practice to get to the point where I even *can* go out there). It's irksome to have to hand over a chunk of the tips, but I guess as long as I come out not-too-negative, it's the cost of a night out having fun.
Anyway, all day Saturday, I was freaking out about playing the "Main Stage", indeed now, the *only* stage, and having paid the fee, it seemed somehow proportionately Important to Do Good. And, having played the Food Court stage dozens of times now, I'm quite settled in, but I've only played at Myrtle Court a few times, so there was also the fear of the unfamiliar.
Myrtle Court has a long rectangular fountain with tables along the sides, and the stage is at one end, right in the middle of the main thoroughfare. You're essentially standing on a tide-breaker, where the traffic has to split in two around you. You also have to decide: if you face north, you're looking at (and singing to) the rows of tables and chairs along the fountain, but if you face south, you're facing into the foot-traffic flow, and might be able to snag a few interested parties from out of that tide.
But in the few other times I've played that stage, I pretty much decided to face the traffic, despite the temptation to play for people who are static and possibly demonstrably interested. But, facing south, there are two big planter-box benches for people to sit on and an up-close little plaza for standing people and dancing kids, so you can accumulate a little "audience", (not to mention that all those walking people are necessarily walking by the tip jar).
I ended up kind of splitting the difference and set up with one speaker facing each direction. The "Court" is enclosed (except being open to the sky), and you get some good acoustic "containment" anyway, so the sound is good and loud enough everywhere. I mainly played into the traffic flow, but I also did a lot of turning around to face the tables when I knew the song well enough to not need the book and there were no harmony-box button presses.
And I had a blast! It was so different to have people, however mobile, that are close enough to actually see and therefore interact with. And the people on the planter boxes are close enough that they'll actually get up to take a look at the song list, unlike at the Food Court where even if they're listening, it's too intimidating to walk all the way across the big plaza to my table. And there were *lots* of people. Most of them just walk on by of course, but lots of them stayed for a song or three. And I almost never had that Dead Silence thing that's so prevalent at the Food Court. Several of the big groups at the tables seemed to be there for hours, though it's not certain if that was to hear me, or that they just had nowhere else to go...
I got one kid party going, though I didn't give out any fingerlights, mostly 'cuz I just never thought of it, it being so brightly lit there. I did have 4 or 5 little Muslim tweens that played my tambourine along with some newer tunes, and whom I "let" talk me into playing Justin Bieber's "Baby". And it was Prom Night for a lot of Seniors, so there were lots of them parading around the place, which was fun.
Especially toward the end of the evening, I had several couples that just sat down on the planter boxes and hung out, asking for song after song. I *love* that. Also an elderly Indian guy who was there for a couple of hours, and had an unerring ability to ask for my very best tunes, as if he had had a peek at the "Favorites" list. Dude, your fiver is in the mail.
Anyway, now I'm asking myself why I haven't been playing this stage all along. Obviously, it's the 50 bucks. It's especially bothersome if, at the end of the evening, "they" made more for my labor than I did. So I was anxious to get home and count up the tip jar, just to find out "the score". It came to twelve cents short of a hundred bucks. Twelve. Cents.
But let's round *up* and call it even! Not to mention that I had a great time! It's *way* more fun than the Food Court, so I'm definitely gonna sign up for more. Unfortunately, with no notice about the Food Court cancellations, the May and June dates for Myrtle Court are mostly full, but I'm gonna get what I can! Here I thought I was involuntarily just about musically retired, but I'm actually revitalized! Can't wait for the next one!
The sudden change cancelled two already-booked gigs at the Food Court, but since I've been doing pretty well in tips lately (and rather than being suddenly retired), I signed up for the only remaining May opening at Myrtle Court, and with some trepidation, sent in the $50 fee. I'm not in this for the money, but it's kinda nice to bring home *something* for the trouble of going out there (not to mention the 40 years of practice to get to the point where I even *can* go out there). It's irksome to have to hand over a chunk of the tips, but I guess as long as I come out not-too-negative, it's the cost of a night out having fun.
Anyway, all day Saturday, I was freaking out about playing the "Main Stage", indeed now, the *only* stage, and having paid the fee, it seemed somehow proportionately Important to Do Good. And, having played the Food Court stage dozens of times now, I'm quite settled in, but I've only played at Myrtle Court a few times, so there was also the fear of the unfamiliar.
But in the few other times I've played that stage, I pretty much decided to face the traffic, despite the temptation to play for people who are static and possibly demonstrably interested. But, facing south, there are two big planter-box benches for people to sit on and an up-close little plaza for standing people and dancing kids, so you can accumulate a little "audience", (not to mention that all those walking people are necessarily walking by the tip jar
I ended up kind of splitting the difference and set up with one speaker facing each direction. The "Court" is enclosed (except being open to the sky), and you get some good acoustic "containment" anyway, so the sound is good and loud enough everywhere. I mainly played into the traffic flow, but I also did a lot of turning around to face the tables when I knew the song well enough to not need the book and there were no harmony-box button presses.
And I had a blast! It was so different to have people, however mobile, that are close enough to actually see and therefore interact with. And the people on the planter boxes are close enough that they'll actually get up to take a look at the song list, unlike at the Food Court where even if they're listening, it's too intimidating to walk all the way across the big plaza to my table. And there were *lots* of people. Most of them just walk on by of course, but lots of them stayed for a song or three. And I almost never had that Dead Silence thing that's so prevalent at the Food Court. Several of the big groups at the tables seemed to be there for hours, though it's not certain if that was to hear me, or that they just had nowhere else to go...
Especially toward the end of the evening, I had several couples that just sat down on the planter boxes and hung out, asking for song after song. I *love* that. Also an elderly Indian guy who was there for a couple of hours, and had an unerring ability to ask for my very best tunes, as if he had had a peek at the "Favorites" list. Dude, your fiver is in the mail.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Keith at 5K Run -- 16May2012
A guy from Kaiser Permanente saw me at Spectrum and liked me enough that he called to hire me to play an outdoor meeting he was holding for some international guests. But the weather turned cold for the day of the meeting, so the gig was cancelled. A few weeks later, I was surprised to get a check in the mail, so I asked them to book me sometime to "work it off", and finally got a call to come play for the company's Health Fair 5K run. Weird, but since I'd already gotten paid...
It was in a park in Long Beach, but they set me up a little stage -- with balloons! Unfortunately, I wasn't really what the coordinator, Tiffany, was hoping for -- she wanted "Pump it up!" music, and that's not exactly what I'm good at. Of course, I tried to oblige anyway, and played my most upbeat tunes, and it wasn't *too* bad.
I was set up right across from the start/finish line, and I mainly played for the people waiting to get started. It wasn't really an "audience" kind of situation, but I did score one little fan, Ida, who listened for a while and then took advantage of the "Make a Poster" booth to show her regards.
Anyway, I'm glad I got paid, 'cuz it was more awkward than fun. But maybe it'll lead to some more appropriate gigs out there someday -- a lot of people heard me and threw some appreciative comments my way, and I gave a stack of cards to the coordinator to pass out to her friends, so maybe they'll seek me out for upcoming, lower-key, events.
Anyway, I'm glad I got paid, 'cuz it was more awkward than fun. But maybe it'll lead to some more appropriate gigs out there someday -- a lot of people heard me and threw some appreciative comments my way, and I gave a stack of cards to the coordinator to pass out to her friends, so maybe they'll seek me out for upcoming, lower-key, events.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 12May2012
An inexplicably subdued evening. The weather was nice all day, but turned surprisingly cold after sunset. Not much response from the people most of the night, for some reason.
But it was also Acacia's Prom Night, and the theme was 40's "USO Show". At Daleen's suggestion, the kids met for dinner at the Spectrum Ruby's (which is 50's themed, but close enough), and then they came over to see me briefly before they went on to the prom. I played "Mister Postman" (I know: 60's -- but again, close enough) so they could warm up their dancing legs. They caused quite a stir for a while there.
Even before I got started, there were three Japanese ladies sitting on the planterbox behind me. I gave them a song list and let them chatter their way through it as I got set up. When I was ready to start, I asked which song they had decided on, and the spokesman for the group proclaimed "Reetahl Mahmaid!", by which she meant "Part of Your World" from the movie "Little Mermaid". That was unexpected, but of course I played it for them (after a few "grownup" songs to get started with). They were sweet and enthusiastic, and later on they asked for "Let It Be" before hustling off, presumably to catch "The Avengers" like the rest of the world.
I had a few little kids, and gave away some fingerlights to some teens, but never really got anything going. Still, there were at least a few people out there listening, so I kept playing until 11:15 when I announced that the next one was going to be my last song.
And just then, a young couple of my actual Facebook fans showed up, asking for -- and slow-dancing to -- some love songs, so I ended up playing for another hour. They've seen me play several times before, and they were the only ones left, so I had fun playing some different kinds of stuff for them: "To Make You Feel My Love", and "Ballad of Love and Hate", "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes". I don't mind playing what people want to hear -- it's why I show up -- but it's nice to get to break out of that Top Twenty once in a while.
But it was also Acacia's Prom Night, and the theme was 40's "USO Show". At Daleen's suggestion, the kids met for dinner at the Spectrum Ruby's (which is 50's themed, but close enough), and then they came over to see me briefly before they went on to the prom. I played "Mister Postman" (I know: 60's -- but again, close enough) so they could warm up their dancing legs. They caused quite a stir for a while there.
I had a few little kids, and gave away some fingerlights to some teens, but never really got anything going. Still, there were at least a few people out there listening, so I kept playing until 11:15 when I announced that the next one was going to be my last song.
And just then, a young couple of my actual Facebook fans showed up, asking for -- and slow-dancing to -- some love songs, so I ended up playing for another hour. They've seen me play several times before, and they were the only ones left, so I had fun playing some different kinds of stuff for them: "To Make You Feel My Love", and "Ballad of Love and Hate", "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes". I don't mind playing what people want to hear -- it's why I show up -- but it's nice to get to break out of that Top Twenty once in a while.
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Renaissance Faire -- 06May2012
Two years ago, Acacia fell in love with the Ren Faire, as I knew she would, and this year she put together a van full of kids, and then some, for a full-on expedition. We left at 7:30am to pick up kids in Costa Mesa, Huntington, and Long Beach, on our way to make the Opening Ceremony in Irwindale.
Everyone was in costume -- even the boys -- but that's as you'd expect of OCHSA kids. Acacia's musical genius boyfriend, Reid, brought along his tenor recorder which we hung around his neck with some twine like it was a sword. He even had use of it when he jumped right in with some street music people in the afternoon, despite never having heard those tunes before.
The weather was perfect, and we practically had the place to ourselves for the first half of the day. The layout of the place had changed from the two years before -- a new "Golden Jubilee" stage was added for this 50th anniversary Faire, and some of the other stages moved, upgraded, and up-sized. They also addressed my biggest complaint (that the Faire was one long serpentine track that you had to wander into, and then all the way back out of) by cutting some paths through at the tops of the loops, so you can take the shortcuts when you're tired and ready to go home.
A new feature of the Faire this year is a group called "The Fantastikals", which are "fae, nymphs, fairies and spirits". They were several girls with elaborate makeup and costumes, scattered around the Faire, acting "mystical". They never talk, and don't directly interact with anyone. Acacia was enthralled, and desperately wants to "be one" next year. She might have a chance, too -- they were all tall, slender, and pretty, and their main requirement/skill is acting aloof and kinda strange. No problem!
Because of the lack of crowds, we were able to see most of the artisan booths before lunch. The kids could just walk up and see what they wanted to see, and they (and I, as The Dad for the day) could keep track of each other and not get separated and lost.
We went back to the van for lunch, and as I swung around to get back out, the backside of my ancient khaki pants split wide open. The cloth was just dissolving, and I'd already fixed several split-open spots the day before. Indeed, I'd *almost* been clever enough to bring a backup pair of pants, but forgot. I borrowed Acacia's apron, and just tied it around my waist backwards. She was actually somewhat relieved to be rid of some of the mountain of cloth she was carrying around in her three layers of skirting. It was a bit strange of a wardrobe feature, to have a "train" hanging out from under my shirt in the back, but less attention-getting at The Faire than anywhere else I can think of...
After lunch, we ran into an Elizabethan lady's man in the street. He proceeded to flatter and woo each of the girls (and Reid!) with hand-kissing and Shakespearean compliments, to much amusement of the rest of the kids. He was very good -- smooth but not too sleazy, comically forward, but not so much that it scared the girls away. Give that man a raise.
After that, we looked up some shows. First was a reunion of "Cock and Feathers", the most famous troupe/show from the early days of the Faire, back when we used to go in the 70's. The old guys still had it, but the venue was noisy so you couldn't hear the jokes, puns, and double-entendres that make the show unless you were in the first 3 or 4 rows, which we weren't. A few of the kids wandered off at that point, but the rest of us stayed, and afterward saw a great one-man show with Will Shakespeare himself recapping the story of "Hamlet" in everyday modern terms (who knew that Rosencrantz sounds exactly like Keanu Reeves?). Really well-done, funny, and incidentally educational -- I had never really grasped the whole complicated story there before.
After that, we saw "Moonie", who was just as funny the 4th time as the first, despite the show being identical, year after year. After that, the kids wanted to do some more shopping, and after a while I left them alone to go see the "Dread Crew of Oddwood" band. They're what a heavy metal band would have been in pirate days, singing about pillaging, looting, plank-walking, etc. Really great, rowdy, cacophonous, banging and bellowing stuff.
I went back and found the kids, and walking past, we were drawn in by "Paleo Circa", an anachronistically amplified but rockin' fiddle-tune dance band. The girls were swept up in the rhythms, and danced with glee, dragging the boys along. One of those terrific, "Only at the Faire" kinds of moments.
I finally managed to herd the group back into the van, stopped and bought them some dinner on the way home, deposited them all back at their respective houses, and got ourselves home a little after 9:00. Quite a day -- I'm in to do it again next year!
P.S. Lots more pictures -- click here.
The weather was perfect, and we practically had the place to ourselves for the first half of the day. The layout of the place had changed from the two years before -- a new "Golden Jubilee" stage was added for this 50th anniversary Faire, and some of the other stages moved, upgraded, and up-sized. They also addressed my biggest complaint (that the Faire was one long serpentine track that you had to wander into, and then all the way back out of) by cutting some paths through at the tops of the loops, so you can take the shortcuts when you're tired and ready to go home.
Because of the lack of crowds, we were able to see most of the artisan booths before lunch. The kids could just walk up and see what they wanted to see, and they (and I, as The Dad for the day) could keep track of each other and not get separated and lost.
We went back to the van for lunch, and as I swung around to get back out, the backside of my ancient khaki pants split wide open. The cloth was just dissolving, and I'd already fixed several split-open spots the day before. Indeed, I'd *almost* been clever enough to bring a backup pair of pants, but forgot. I borrowed Acacia's apron, and just tied it around my waist backwards. She was actually somewhat relieved to be rid of some of the mountain of cloth she was carrying around in her three layers of skirting. It was a bit strange of a wardrobe feature, to have a "train" hanging out from under my shirt in the back, but less attention-getting at The Faire than anywhere else I can think of...
After that, we looked up some shows. First was a reunion of "Cock and Feathers", the most famous troupe/show from the early days of the Faire, back when we used to go in the 70's. The old guys still had it, but the venue was noisy so you couldn't hear the jokes, puns, and double-entendres that make the show unless you were in the first 3 or 4 rows, which we weren't. A few of the kids wandered off at that point, but the rest of us stayed, and afterward saw a great one-man show with Will Shakespeare himself recapping the story of "Hamlet" in everyday modern terms (who knew that Rosencrantz sounds exactly like Keanu Reeves?). Really well-done, funny, and incidentally educational -- I had never really grasped the whole complicated story there before.
After that, we saw "Moonie", who was just as funny the 4th time as the first, despite the show being identical, year after year. After that, the kids wanted to do some more shopping, and after a while I left them alone to go see the "Dread Crew of Oddwood" band. They're what a heavy metal band would have been in pirate days, singing about pillaging, looting, plank-walking, etc. Really great, rowdy, cacophonous, banging and bellowing stuff.
I finally managed to herd the group back into the van, stopped and bought them some dinner on the way home, deposited them all back at their respective houses, and got ourselves home a little after 9:00. Quite a day -- I'm in to do it again next year!
P.S. Lots more pictures -- click here.
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