The Week that Wednesday Was

The usual school day routine Ladro coffee & carbohydrate filled disc.

Then, on my way to the bank, I met Katy, she's in the process of leaving for a summer's relief of S'bridge's particular annoyances.
Aaron was helping her load the car. Hi Aaron, I'm taking a guess as to the correct number of the letter "A" in your name.

Didn't get to know Aaron much while I was there.

When it comes to public performances, I've noticed a sort of a Bell curve in the distances that people keep from the stage.
Some like to go right up and blend in with the performers.
Some stay in the back and watch, like spies, anonymously.
But most mill casually about in between, wanting to participate but unwilling or afraid to make a public display of their interest.

Which is why it is always impossible to walk by the flying fish ballet in the Pike Place Market.

Later after the bank transition, while walking past the Triple Door i checked out the schedule and noted that Charlie Musselwhite was playing...Tonight! so I bought tickets.

Last time I saw Charlie was in 1990 when Glenn and I were planning to go on a bachelor's evening's entertainment.
Meredith showed up and were changed our plans to something more suitable for mixed company.
Which turned out to be the fabled blues clubs of Fremont.
A mere three block walk from the Queen Anne house.

It turned out to be Mr. Musselwhite in a tiny bar.
It turned out to be very loud.
It turned out that the decibel level drove us out after a few songs.
If what it says on yesterday's comments that Charlie only knows one song then we could extrapolate the rest of the show.

I guess.

Onward and upward and eastward and outward.

The first thing that happened when I reached SCCC campus was a stranger came up to me and suggested that I cut my beard.
I'd look better, he said.

I have and I don't

So, once inside the Broadway performance building (that's where David's office is)
I grabbed a Weekly and sat to wait for classtime.
In the NEWS section there was an article about a McNeil island inmate, a "jailhouse attorney" who is being charged with a gross misdemeanor;

"Three months later he was charged under an 1869 law that prohibits all Washing citizens from exposing any "any living person to hatred, contempt, ridicule, obloquy, or to deprive him of the benefit of public confidence or social intercourse."
Violation of the law is a gross misdemeanor"

I don't know know if I ever had any public confidence, but being chased off a public street while in the process of talking to a friend definitely qualifies for a deprivation of the benefit of social intercourse.

So that's a lot of fun, eh, what?

Later in the same issue my horoscope informs me;

Don't let the scare tactics get to you. These dogs all bark.
They could bite you, and hard - which is why the scare tactics might work. Recognize that it's probably not worth their while, though.
You needn't be foolishly brave ; I suppose if you give them reason enough, they might make an example of you. However, there's no reason to let them totally derail you. Slow down and keep an eye on their sharp, sharp teeth. but continue on your way They'll do their best to terrify you, but once you've moved on anyway, they'll find other things to do, and almost certainly forget all about you

Forget about ME? We'll see about that.

After the class, i ran to catch the bus home only to find it was the wrong one.
fortunately I transferred before it was too late.

Then we went to the Triple door and listened to Charlie.
An hour and a half of vigorous, energetic, totally non-boring and even humorous music.
That's longer than Beethoven's ninth.
You can cheer when Stubbs rips off another fantastic guitar solo.
You can applaud even before the song stops.
Do watch the Gustavo Dudemal clip I've posted on Facebook.
He's conducting Venusuela in Bernstein's "Mambo" from "West Side Story"

Maybe HE's the one to define 21st century orchestral music.