Went out last night to a club in the City to hear some bands. My friend Jes Muse (her real name) is in a band called the Hunks. They were up second, after a one-man band. Now, let me tell you. This was bizarre. Bee-zare. His name was Fauntleroy. He wore a shiny purple sateen three-piece suit. He had a beard and a mustache, and was obviously either totally crazy or on something that you can’t buy at Safeway. He had Casio-sound coming out of his laptop that was plugged into the speakers. When he sang he jerked and twitched. He was a little tone-deaf.
But get this. He had the most amazing Tom Waits kind of timing, a very alarming use of language (this was NOT someone with whom I’d want to share a seat on Greyhound), and he completely won over the small crowd. We went from blatant snickering to rather shamefaced amusement to astonished admiration. Dude was working it. The tall skinny boys in the crowd wearing leather and spikes stopped touching their messy hair self-consciously. It went from Fauntleroy’s only friend boogying in the front row to all of us shaking our hips a little.
I don’t know why it touched me so much. And taught me again that you can’t judge a book by its cover. I’m ALWAYS wrong about covers.
Jes’s band was fabulous. Took a little warming up, but they’re good girl-punk, and Jes is freaking amazing on the drums. That kind of rhythm held in the body? I can’t imagine what that would feel like. My friend Rachel and I were the only ones really dancin’ it up, but we just couldn’t help ourselves. When you have to dance, you gotta move.
Now if only the boy next door played his drum set like that….
Today, PLEASE keep your minds focused on USPS. I want that lovely Koigu box from the boys to arrive TODAY. If it doesn’t, then I have no Koigu for the trip home for my weekend (going to see the little mama again). I want to start Cromarty! Now now now. If that doesn’t happen, then I’m taking the cashmere down south with me. But I’m just not sure exactly what I’m going to DO with the cashmere. It’s too bulky and tweedy for Rogue, and I just don’t know…. Thinking about a simple raglan vee-neck pullover. How can I go wrong? (Oh, the fear of Going Wrong with cashmere….) Hmm. Idears?
Sounds like a fun night. I like the raglan idea for your cashmere. But I will keep my fingers crossed that your Koigu comes and you don’t have to commit to something your not ready to knit with the cashmere. 🙂 And I will be thinking of your little mama and hoping she is feeling better.
What Kathleen said! Have a safe trip.
My DH is a USPS letter carrier. They are wool bearing heros!
ooh, don’t you just love the anticipation of a yarn delivery!!. And Koigu too! Yummy.
I hope your mother is doing well, and that you all find the answer to the health problem soon.
ooh, don’t you just love the anticipation of a yarn delivery!!. And Koigu too! Yummy.
I hope your mother is doing well, and that you all find the answer to the health problem soon.
Oooo, definitely go for a classic, simple sweater with the cashemere… or, just pile it all in a big heap and sit in it! 🙂 But seriously, I think you’ll be happiest with a simple sweater that will really be easy to pull out of your drawer and throw on with jeans, or a skirt, or a bathing suit (well, i guess that’s stretching it…) 😉
The cashmere hasn’t spoken to you yet. Not ripe. Must age more.
Did the yarn get there? Did it? Did it? My yarn from Elann got here today and I hugged it and put it back in the box and said “later, dears, later. I’ll be thinking of you.” But I am very much thinking of you and mama and wishing you both a very good visit. And yarn.
P.S. the concert sounds great! I love discovering new things like that.
I’m with Claudia — it’s not time for the cashmere yet. If the Koigu doesn’t arrive, though, I agree that a simple raglan would be a good choice.
Sounds like a very fun night. Worth missing the Globes, I think.
Love to “little mama” — hope your yarn arrived in time. I’ve had a sick day; knew if I came to check on what you’ve been up to it would make me smile. Hugs from a semi-stranger.
Cyn
Fingers and toes crossed that your package arrived 🙂 Have a great visit with your parents..
I’m with the marinators–marinate that cashmere until an idea pops. And I’ll be the one raglan, v-neck dissenter…I’d do a surplice, wrap cardigan–soft, sexy, wear it with a cute tee or cami? have fun!