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Weekend Report: October 23-25, 2009

I have decided that Getting The Heck Out Of The House is a good thing to be doing, so I had myself a rather lively weekend.

Friday night, I went to see Cineprov! riff on an atrocious horror flick called The Demon Lover. This was Manos-level badness--fuzzy cinematography, muffled dialogue, cheesy effects and a hell of a lot of WTF-is-going-on-here. (I get the feeling that if the Cineprov! guys hadn't been riffing nonstop, I still wouldn't have any clear idea of what the hell was going on.) A fine evening's entertainment for twisted people like me who like that sort of thing.

From thence, I decided to go to The Five Spot in Little Five Points and check out Cadillac Jones and the East Ponce Soul Faction. Alas, I was too late to see the EPSF, but I did see the middle act, a band from Chattanooga called The Distribution who served up a heaping helping of old-school soul/funk. Cadillac Jones does instrumental jazz that would fit comfortably in the background of an action flick from 1975. All in all, a nicely funky evening.

Saturday I discovered, thanks to the wonders of Facebook, that several bands were going to be playing at Whisper Garden, a small park on Carroll Street in Cabbagetown. I showed up a bit before the show was scheduled to start in the afternoon and, as I should have suspected, waited even longer as things like this never quite start on time. Nevertheless, I was bundled up enough to survive for most of it (with a stop at Village Pizza for a snack, some wine and some warmth) and enjoyed beer, barbeque and a variety of bands. The headliners were Smoke That City, a sort of reinvention of some of the surviving members of the late, lamented Smoke. While I recognized a couple of the tunes as instrumental versions of Smoke songs--"Trust" and I think "Clean White Bed"--others seemed to be taking what they had and making something new, something that still captures that wild and raggedy essence of Cabbagetown.

Bill Taft urged me to "stay crazy!" when I bid him goodnight. I treasure this.

Sunday I slept a lot. Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, I got a call from wandering poet/musician Chris Chandler, who invited me to see him play at Eddie's Attic that evening. Chris' current partner in crime is a guitarist named Paul Benoit, who does the solo acoustic thing by himself quite well and served as a contrast to Chris in rant mode when they worked together. This time around Chris had film clips he'd put together to show in the background while they did certain songs. He was in fine form and it was a shame that so few people showed up--the bulk of the crowd were members of his family, celebrating his nephew's birthday. Chris appreciated me showing up and 'laughing in all the right places' as he puts it, and it was a good way to wrap up the weekend. I thought about checking out what was left of Java Monkey as I left, but just went home instead.

I'm going to try and get some baked potato soup made tonight. I'll have to resort to the toaster oven, since my regular oven is still being temperamental about whether or not it will start and I still haven't heard back from the nice people about fixing it.

Today I took pleasure in the sight of the changing dogwood leaves outside my window.

Today I learned it really works better to add the frozen strawberries before the yogurt when mixing a week's worth of breakfast smoothie at once.



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Oct. 27th, 2009 12:14 am (UTC)
It's just the perfect weather for it, isn't it?

I'm going to have to miss Cineprov this week, 'cos I have a party to go to but MAN I wish I could make it--they're taking on KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park.

If you want to go together sometime, let me know. The more the merrier!
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