I've got some political/economic/philosophical thoughts to try to
organize, but I feel I should get some "what I've been up to" out of the
way first, and try to find time to turn rambling musings into a coherent
presentation of ideas later. This entry contains stuff that'll still
work if left all rambly, so my words-per-minute will be higher.
So, the long-promised
entry (I started writing this last week) ...
Saturday (2006-05-06) was a mix of frustrations and blessings. It
started well enough, with silmaril and Breno arriving to
give me a ride to the Spoutwood Fairie Festival where Thrir Venstri Foetr
was to perform. I was going to be on guitar and recorder instead of
double-bass and recorder, so fitting into Breno's car was actually
possible. I hadn't eaten breakfast, gotten enough sleep, or been able
to find my hat, but I didn't have to stay alert enough to drive. Which,
ah, contributed to the first mishap. There's a lot to be said for nifty
conversation that passes the time quickly, but its effects one the
ability to spot road signs is not among those things. All three of us
overlooked our exit and we wound up twenty miles too far north.
Easily enough remedied spatially, but damaging temporally. An 11:50
arrival at the parking lot for a 12:00 set -- not good. (It's a good
thing we were already following the advice that maugorn so
emphatically suggested at rehearsals afterward, and planning to arrive
much earlier than our scheduled start time, so there was that bit of
time for something to go wrong and still get there.) So we were walking
rather quickly, threading the crowd, when we passed the poor, misguided
protesters shouting Christian-inspired (I'll not credit their
theology with being consistent enough to warrant the denominational
label without a qualifier) slogans and catchphrases over a fence at all
the attendees on the path to the front gate. Theology aside, there were
flawed assumptions about the festival and the folks attending it,
obvious even at the speed with wich we passed them by.
Oh no! Magical creatures! A mix of people who a) believe in magical
creatures, b) believe they are magical creatures, c)
want to believe in magical creatures, d) like the idea of
magical creatures without believing in them, and e) just want to go
enjoy music and a day in the sun while considering the magical creatures
unimportant stage-decoration! They must all be Pagans! Oh no! Maybe
shouting at them will make them abandon their debauched plans to attend
a ... very family-oriented event? (I wish I'd been wearing my larger,
more obvious cross, when I shouted back at the protesters, to make the
error of one of their assumptions more obvious.) Let's take a
moment to review, shall we? The Bible is actually quite clear on the
appropriateness of magic, and it says the same thing several times in
pretty much the same way each time: do not consult the
fortune-tellers of the people you just conquered.
I think most of us can follow that advice easily enough, whether we
attend fun festivals or not, right?
We actually got to the stage, where maugorn and the
dancers were waiting for us, by noon according to my watch (which is
really my cell phone, which corrects itself to whatever Cingular's
network clock says), but opening cases, plugging in, and tuning still
meant starting the set five minutes late and not warmed up. I didn't
play great the first few tunes, but there was also a problem getting
enough signal from my pickup to the board, so I'm not sure anybody but
maugorn heard me. The weather was wonderful for physical
comfort and visual beauty, but the pleasant cross-stage breeze was stiff
enough to stuff the notes right back into the recorders, and the
recorder I used most was the bass, which is more susceptible to that
effect than smaller ones are. I saw silmaril shielding her
recorder from the wind; when I switched from guitar to recorder I
sometimes had to turn my back to the rest of the band and the wind still
stole some of my notes.
The stage was an especially good one for taking advantage of
pre-gathered crowds -- across from the main group of food vendors and
downhill from a bunch of canopy-shaded tables. We can usually gather
a crowd to us easily enough, but here we had a head start. And they
looked like they were enjoying the show.
The second set went better, due largely to not having just rushed in
at the last minute. In between, we wandered around the festival a bit,
ate yummy food, and found a place to sit and talk. There were a fair
number of folks I knew there, to run into.
The three of us didn't hang around after our second set -- I had to
save my spoons for the next day, and the other two had evening plans.
We did grab a bite at the Paper Moon diner in north Baltimore on the way
back. All in all, a good day. A tiring day, but I didn't use up
all my energy.
<p>I'm going to cut this here, and put the next day in another