I am sorely disappointed. You know when you get that craving for a good bagel, and I mean GOOD bagel, not a Noah’s bready bagel, and you have to have one? I crawled Oakland looking for one this morning, not willing to make the ten-minute trek back to the city where I worked until Sunday, and I now have to admit, there are no good bagels in Oakland. Sigh. I’m chewing dough here, people, and that’s not right.
But I must catch you up on the doings! Such doings lately, most of them to do with music.
Sister Christy had a party! No ordinary party, either, it was the preview performance of the band Deadpan Alley, which will soon be coming to a city near you. I think it will, anyway. They freakin’ rocked the house.
The band is Christy and her best friend Becky, and they’ve been playing together for, oh, maybe fifteen years? I think I last heard them live when we were in high school, and I thought they were fun then. Now, dude. They’re just plain great. And they have a Harry Potter song! Yay! (Also, Christy’s been saying for a while that she’s learning the bass. I believed her. If she tells you the same, don’t listen. She SO KNOWS HOW to play the bass. And she looks good doing it. As does Becky. Man.)
They had the party in a friend’s loft in Oakland, just off Telegraph. It was one of those beautiful last-of-summer nights, and my friend Winter took in the sights:
There was a veritable feast set out for us, and Becky and Christy were delightful hosts.
And then they rocked out:
And the crowd goes wild!
(Yes, that sure is Celia, in one of those weird cross-over thingies. Christy has worked with her for years and told her about my site when she learned that Celia was a knitter. Celia was all blog-what? Huh? And wow! The rest is history.)
So they rocked. I was very, very proud.
And more rocking was had when The Whoreshoes played the Ivy Room in Albany. Man, that’s a cool venue. Still feels like an old cowboy bar, so the girls fit right in. Not that they’re old cowboys or anything. You know what I mean.
And look who was there to hear the gals! More Celia:
There were other knitters in the crowd:
That’s Jane and Becca seated next to the Knitting Katherine, and I met a very nice new-to-the-area knitter named Cordelia (hi, Cordelia!).
I was just happy to hang out with my rockstar.
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