… the Reverend Horton Heat.
Many, many hours of music. Now: Richard Cheese (Lounge Against the Machine) and a bunch of lounge-styled covers of famous pop and rock songs. Cheese sings them in an ironically-knowing sort of way with a wink and a nod, and to that extent I actually prefer Paul Anka’s lounge/swing covers.
I woke up late, still tied after Sunday and Monday’s traveling, and so I didn’t get any grading done, but I didn’t have anything “to do” until rehearsal, so I got online a bit, chatted with Mike on the phone, and eventually went to town. I stopped by the hostel to get a few posters for the fund raiser on Saturday — I’ll miss it due to a rehearsal — and just to talk. Then I walked up and across the square (by way of traversing the capitol building) and down State Street.
I had a salad and burger at the Union, but should have only had the salad. I picked up chocolate milk at Walgreens, since it’s cheaper there. Wireless access was down at the Union and — as I later learned — at the Library. And even at other campus locations. It took hours to fix things. At the library, where I picked up Arthur Phillips’s Prague and The Egyptologist, I learned (by using another computer) that DHCP had been down across much of campus all day. What a nightmare.
So I returned to the Union, and upstairs I soon encountered Jack, whom I saw yesterday there with Claire before rehearsal. Today he and I both plugged in and since we had no regular wireless access we just went for browsing each other’s iTunes libraries. It is a shame that OurTunes is also broken at the moment — it would otherwise allow one to save the music one can hear from/on others’ iTunes libraries over the network.
And then rehearsal. Kris and I ran sound and lights and with but a few exceptions most of our work was great. I missed Jack’s “camel comment” (a prompt) late in the piece. My own stage appearance was smoother than yesterday.
And after dinner I had dinner at Kabul with Kris and Breann and we sat outside. Pleasant enough. A warm day but cool evening.
After Richard Cheese there are a few Ricky Martin songs and then Rilo Kiley, whom I must have gotten from Anne while in Berlin when we exchanged a good deal of music. I doubt I’ve yet listened to any of his stuff. Thereafter Roger Waters, Roy Orbison, Rufus Wainwright, and Ryan Adams, the last also from Anne, I think. Then “S.”
