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Feb. 18th, 2006 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodygranuailePrepping room to be painted now. This makes me happy because I actually have an inordinate amount of fun with stuff like that, probably because I am extremely hypersensitive to my environments and therefore loooooooove being able to actually control them.
Phil concert last night was fun. Other people at the concert were almost as fun to watch as concert itself, including a stoned lady named Stacey ("Spacey Stacey"... yeah, we're creative), a dude who flew over to see the show from England, and his fourteen-year-old son who SO did not want to be there. Spent much of second set watching Stacey repeatedly almost hitting British kid in the head while dancing, while kid kept having to move out of path of her arm. It was quite funny, although I should not be one to laugh at people for hitting fourteen-year-old boys in the head without realizing it, as I have been known to do the same thing. And I didn't have the excuse of being stoned.
Watching performers was quite fun too, don't get me wrong. Joan Osborne was with them and she's just cute. Keyboardist from Dark Star Orchestra was also there, this being the guy that looks like The Happiest Man In The World from the movie, both in that he actually sort of looks like him and that he's acting the exact same way. Phil looks nearly as happy in this dorky estatic sort of manner, he was just so fun to watch... I think the fact that he doesn't ever close his mouth contributed much to the "dorky" bit of that description. But Phil is still quite awesome because he's freaking 66 and he can still put on a really good show for five hours. Even if there was like two straight hours of space jam. I hate space jams. I don't think it really had to take him two bloody hours to figure out if he could get more feedback from the 4-stringed bass or the 6-stringed bass... >.< I sat down against the wall and closed my eyes and found out that I actually like the space jam a lot better that way, being able to feel it all through my back instead of listening with ears. Then they went into "Fire on the Mountain" and I'm like "ZOMG IT'S A SONG! HOLY CRAP!" >.> <.<
They did play some really good actual songs, though--"Sugaree" and "Playing in the Band" were awesome, and they also played some weird ones that I haven't heard much of but really really liked--"Pride of Kookamunga" (or however the fuck you spell that), "The Wheel," "Caution: Do Not Walk On The Tracks". Unfortunately none of my absolute favorite favorites--no Saint Stephen, no US Blues, no Truckin'. Oh well. It's not like we don't have them on recordings hundreds and hundreds of times over.
Time for dinner and painting and stuff...
Phil concert last night was fun. Other people at the concert were almost as fun to watch as concert itself, including a stoned lady named Stacey ("Spacey Stacey"... yeah, we're creative), a dude who flew over to see the show from England, and his fourteen-year-old son who SO did not want to be there. Spent much of second set watching Stacey repeatedly almost hitting British kid in the head while dancing, while kid kept having to move out of path of her arm. It was quite funny, although I should not be one to laugh at people for hitting fourteen-year-old boys in the head without realizing it, as I have been known to do the same thing. And I didn't have the excuse of being stoned.
Watching performers was quite fun too, don't get me wrong. Joan Osborne was with them and she's just cute. Keyboardist from Dark Star Orchestra was also there, this being the guy that looks like The Happiest Man In The World from the movie, both in that he actually sort of looks like him and that he's acting the exact same way. Phil looks nearly as happy in this dorky estatic sort of manner, he was just so fun to watch... I think the fact that he doesn't ever close his mouth contributed much to the "dorky" bit of that description. But Phil is still quite awesome because he's freaking 66 and he can still put on a really good show for five hours. Even if there was like two straight hours of space jam. I hate space jams. I don't think it really had to take him two bloody hours to figure out if he could get more feedback from the 4-stringed bass or the 6-stringed bass... >.< I sat down against the wall and closed my eyes and found out that I actually like the space jam a lot better that way, being able to feel it all through my back instead of listening with ears. Then they went into "Fire on the Mountain" and I'm like "ZOMG IT'S A SONG! HOLY CRAP!" >.> <.<
They did play some really good actual songs, though--"Sugaree" and "Playing in the Band" were awesome, and they also played some weird ones that I haven't heard much of but really really liked--"Pride of Kookamunga" (or however the fuck you spell that), "The Wheel," "Caution: Do Not Walk On The Tracks". Unfortunately none of my absolute favorite favorites--no Saint Stephen, no US Blues, no Truckin'. Oh well. It's not like we don't have them on recordings hundreds and hundreds of times over.
Time for dinner and painting and stuff...
