Music stuff
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fabrisseMy head hurt yesterday. A lot. All day.
Side note to the people of L.A. -- You do not need to have every moment of your life documented. If your memory is so bad that you can't remember having a birthday with friends, please limit your pictures to two -- one from each angle of the table.
Signed -- The Migraine Sufferers and Epileptics of the World.
Every time it seemed like the headache was receding another *&(%$! flashbulb went off, and the ache returned worse than ever. I truly do not understand why people need to have pictures of themselves as members of a theater audience.
The problem was, we had theater tickets -- White Christmas in the afternoon with the whole family and Brian Setzer Orchestra in the evening just me and Sis.
White Christmas was surprisingly good. I generally don't like plays adapted from movies, but the cast was good and the writer made appropriate adaptations to keep the plot ticking without having film shorthand to fall back on. There was only one moment where I missed the original cast: The leading lady did "Love You Didn't Do Right By Me" in a very Broadway style, and it really needed the intimacy of a club/cabaret singer.
The dancing was fantastic. They did a new number to "I Love a Piano" and the lead dancers were so precise in their tapping that it sounded like one person. And considering I felt like little men were drilling at my head, it's high praise that I could appreciate good tapping.
Brian Setzer's opening act was a group called The Slaptones. They're primarily rockabilly, but they have good Dixie Chick harmonies with it. The lead guitarist (she also played slide guitar and slide banjo) was the oldest sister Greta. The bassist, and she played upright bass extremely well, was the middle sister Stella -- who did most of the talking. And the baby sister, Suvina, played rhythm guitar and traded lead vocals with Greta. Their father played drums and harmonica. It wasn't until they sang one song with words I know that I realized English wasn't their native language. They're Swedish.
Setzer's set was fantastic. He seemed to really enjoy himself, so we enjoyed it too. The music was fun and funky -- mostly Christmas music. My favorite was when he put "Stray Cat Strut" and "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" together in a medley. It worked. His last five songs or so were with just drummer and bassist -- pure rockabilly.
My head still hurt when we left for the evening -- again, there were flashbulbs everywhere -- but I managed to have so much fun, it didn't matter that about the little drilling men.
Side note to the people of L.A. -- You do not need to have every moment of your life documented. If your memory is so bad that you can't remember having a birthday with friends, please limit your pictures to two -- one from each angle of the table.
Signed -- The Migraine Sufferers and Epileptics of the World.
Every time it seemed like the headache was receding another *&(%$! flashbulb went off, and the ache returned worse than ever. I truly do not understand why people need to have pictures of themselves as members of a theater audience.
The problem was, we had theater tickets -- White Christmas in the afternoon with the whole family and Brian Setzer Orchestra in the evening just me and Sis.
White Christmas was surprisingly good. I generally don't like plays adapted from movies, but the cast was good and the writer made appropriate adaptations to keep the plot ticking without having film shorthand to fall back on. There was only one moment where I missed the original cast: The leading lady did "Love You Didn't Do Right By Me" in a very Broadway style, and it really needed the intimacy of a club/cabaret singer.
The dancing was fantastic. They did a new number to "I Love a Piano" and the lead dancers were so precise in their tapping that it sounded like one person. And considering I felt like little men were drilling at my head, it's high praise that I could appreciate good tapping.
Brian Setzer's opening act was a group called The Slaptones. They're primarily rockabilly, but they have good Dixie Chick harmonies with it. The lead guitarist (she also played slide guitar and slide banjo) was the oldest sister Greta. The bassist, and she played upright bass extremely well, was the middle sister Stella -- who did most of the talking. And the baby sister, Suvina, played rhythm guitar and traded lead vocals with Greta. Their father played drums and harmonica. It wasn't until they sang one song with words I know that I realized English wasn't their native language. They're Swedish.
Setzer's set was fantastic. He seemed to really enjoy himself, so we enjoyed it too. The music was fun and funky -- mostly Christmas music. My favorite was when he put "Stray Cat Strut" and "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" together in a medley. It worked. His last five songs or so were with just drummer and bassist -- pure rockabilly.
My head still hurt when we left for the evening -- again, there were flashbulbs everywhere -- but I managed to have so much fun, it didn't matter that about the little drilling men.
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Date: 2005-12-19 03:48 am (UTC)I've never seen Brian Setzer live, but I bet he was fun to see. I know exactly what you meant when you said you enjoyed it because it seemed like he enjoyed it. I never liked Bruce Springsteen much until I saw a video of him that was a live performance of "Rosalita," which wasn't a song I'd ever liked. He was just having so much fun, though--the whole band was--that it became a favorite song for me just for that memory or his big smile and the fun they were having on stage. It made me happy, too. (And that was just a live video, not even a real live performance. I can only imagine that the real thing would be even better.)
Side note to the people of L.A. -- You do not need to have every moment of your life documented. If your memory is so bad that you can't remember having a birthday with friends, please limit your pictures to two -- one from each angle of the table.
Signed -- The Migraine Sufferers and Epileptics of the World.
Every time it seemed like the headache was receding another *&(%$! flashbulb went off, and the ache returned worse than ever. I truly do not understand why people need to have pictures of themselves as members of a theater audience.
I have to admit that we are the type of people that take zillions of pictures of everything. I cannot imagine taking pictures during a theater performance, though. That seems odd. But we take maybe 10,000 pictures of every birthday or any other event. Okay, maybe not 10,000, but I've been known to take maybe 80 or 100 pictures in a single day--more if we're on vacation. I have maybe 30 pictures or more of the inside of the cabin we rented in Lake Tahoe.
(Actually, I really do have a bad memory for things if I don't have pictures or video to remind me. Maybe that's why I like pictures so much. I barely remember what happened last week and my husband has all these wonderful memories of stuff we did together years ago and to me it's like it's someone else. For instance, he says he took me to see Larry Bird play at Boston Garden. I do not remember this at all. I'm guessing it was late 1980's, but I have no memory of it whatsoever, except maybe vaguely, and I strongly suspect that my "memory" is really impressions of stuff he's told me. He says we have pictures of it somewhere.)
My husband is the same way about pictures, too, so we are quite a pair. When we first got married, we owned practically nothing--we had no money, no furniture, etc. We saved up change in a jar and bought a Nikon AE1 camera with a flash. hehe This was before the days of auto-focus, too. It was that important to us. Once we got into digital photography, our obsession only got worse.
To be honest, it never occurred to me that some people might not like it if others were taking pictures--unless it was something like in the middle of a theater performance or something where it would truly be disturbing others (and I would never do that, but I did take tons of pictures at an outdoor concert once--I didn't use a flash).
We go to touristy sites and such specifically to take pictures. That's why we go. hehe And same thing for events like birthdays or any other type of gathering with friends. The pictures are the most important part to me. I am sensitive to others not wanting their picture taken, though. It just never occurred to me that other people would be bothered if I was taking pictures of other stuff (not them). And, of course, if someone's dumb enough to walk into my shot, they're in it--tough. hehe
Hmmm... I must be a very annoying person. ;-)
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Date: 2005-12-19 05:53 am (UTC)I do get that some moments -- whether it's a birthday party or seeing Rome for the first time -- need to be documented.
As a family, we go out to dinner alot. On my Dad's birthday there was a huge party near us at the restaurant also obviously there for a birthday. They took four pictures to make certain everyone was in at least one picture and to get the whole table. I'm cool with that. Even if it sets off a problem, I can accept the line between their fun and mine was only a little blurred.
About a month earlier, we went to San Diego and stopped at a quiet restaurant on the way back. Someone was there to celebrate a birthday. There were four people at the table. After the sixth flash, we asked the waiter to request that they stop. Thank heavens my sister doesn't get migraines, she's the only one in the family who doesn't, so she could drive home. Mom and I weren't that bad, but Dad was wiped out.
That's the real bitch of it. I can be around popping flashbulbs and not have it bother me one day. A few days later, thanks to blood flow in my brain, one flash can trigger a two day headache, or, worse, cause me to have a migraine variants. Past variants have included rage attacks (very embarrassing, though, thankfully, brief), loss of part of my field of vision (one of those lasted for over a week, but there's no pain involved), and, once, such extreme light sensitivity that I had to wear a blindfold for two days.
Light is a very common trigger for migraines, and, even when that's not the case, light sensitivity is still often a symptom of a migraine. I know that irregularly flickering light can also cause some epileptics to have seizures even if they're on medication.
10% of the population have migraines. If you're someplace crowded, it might be nice to cut back on the number of photographs you take with a flash.
But really, I have never been in a city where everything has to have it's strobing bulbs the way Los Angeles seems to. I don't know if it's part of the "movie star" atmosphere or just the proliferation of cell phones that causes it, but I've had more migraines in the past three months than in the past decade.
OK, Mom could have something to do with it, too. ;-)