Monday, September 26, 2005

Top Of The List

The ultimate portroid. It really doesn't get any better than this.

More later,

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Backlog Blog - Old News

On Friday, September 9, my wife's friend's mother (see how cool portroids is?), who writes for a local paper, got some comp tickets to a concert at a local venue. She had a few extra and invited us along. We agreed. Then I found out who was performing and I was like, "Damn! I wish I wasn't going to this concert." I know that sounds harsh, but normally when I think about concerts I want to attend, Sophie B. Hawkins isn't in the Top 10 (sorry, Sophie, you were #11). Nevertheless, we went. The place was jam-packed full of lesbos (and I'm not talking about the oxymoronic and ever-elusive lipstick-lesbian either).

Contrary to my contrary attitude, I ended up having a good time. How's that for a glowing review? "And after being dragged against his will, clawing and biting, he ultimately enjoyed himself, despite his fierce initial protestations." It'll probably be written on the back of her next album jacket (because evidently albums still have jackets (and random internet reviews)).

The opening act was a local talent by the name of Melissa Ivey. She was extremely entertaining and had more spunk than Ron Jeremy. Look for her when she comes to a town near you (it may even be your town, which is as near you as near you gets). Here's her website. Look at it if you want. I met her and her guitarist, Michael Whalen, after the show. They were interested in portroids, as all good people should be.

Now let's discuss Sophie B. Hawkins for a moment. When her show started, my first thought was "this woman has lost her mind". She was nuts. Flailing all over the stage, playing the piano with her head, a "free-spirit" with no inhibitions. I was dumbstruck. And then gradually I started to get it. I started to enjoy it and find it normal behaviour (and to start spelling behavior with a "u"). She had mesmerized me and brought me into this world, against my best wishes. By the time she got to her show-stopper (Damn! I Wish I Was Your Lover), I was hooked. I mean, I didn't buy her album or anything, but I immersed myself in this craziness. I had become a bull-dyke lesbian.

Post-show, we waited around and talked to her in the lobby. She was excited to have her portroid taken, as she love Polaroids (who doesn't though, I mean, really?). Her stage personality and non-performing personality were so completely opposite, it was amazing. I was amazed. I'm easily amazed though. We had a nice time talking to her, and then we left.

That's the end of this update. I have so much more to say about so many more interesting things, but ... you know, I don't want to right now.

I just got back from a week-long trip that yielded maybe ten new pictures (ten that I am permitted to post, that is), and this weekend I intend to get the mother of all portroids (if everything works as planned). I can't wait! Neither can you!