And in an extremely funny bit of synchronicity, Peter Frampton is playing "Baby, I Love Your Way" on Family Guy.

No, I meant in totality.

Ah, sorry. If we get $22 from everyone that puts us at just over $1400 which gives us a little wiggle room. We're at $875 for food, $150 for AV Rental, and then extra cash to go to tipping the staff, paying for food/drink to have in the hosp suite, etc. etc.

There's a Celtic store on Shattuck in Berkeley that has Everything Celtic. I was peeking in the window (after hours; closed) but it looks like the place that would have them, since they have blankets and mugs and jewelry and on and on.

Ooooo, this sounds cool. Doubt that I'll make it up there before the 19th though.

"Baby, I Love Your Way," and "Don't Leave Me This Way."

Both of these are in the mix. At the moment it's versions by Thelma and Big Mountain (From Reality Bites).

"Baby, I Love Your Way," and "Don't Leave Me This Way."

I'll be outside with my non-alcohol and the cicadas. I am the only member of my generation who breaks out in sickly pinkish plague sores at the first sound of Peter Frampton. Sorry, Teppy - not to diss your love, but I loves him not.

Luckily, I gather we have an outdoor access, so I can wander out of doors, yes? And there will be non-alcohol at the bar as well, yes?

deb, at the moment it's not the Frampton version of the song, so you're somewhat safe.

Heh. There's a little stable of seventies musicians (including all of disco) that make me reach for my crossbow. Mostly, I can tune them out, but I find that if you're genuinely a musician, it's very hard not to listen and take the piece apart: "Dude, what's up with that bassline?"

I was that way with music for a long time, but with my chosen career I kinda had to get out of the habit. Different shows have very different needs. As a result I expose myself to a disturbing array of music, and own a rather disturbing variety. At first is was odd to listen to some of the stuff that I had considered total crap. Funny thing is I actually ended up really liking some of it. Of course, some of it is still crap.

t stares at 80's glam rock

There was eighties glam rock? Who, for heaven's sake? Please don't say the Thompson Twins.

You haven't lived until you've heard a world-class piano player screaming obscenities at a radio from which Barry Manilow's "Mandy" was issuing: "That PRICK! That BLOODY PRICK! He ripped off CHOPIN!"

Yup, I gots me some music issues, I do.

80's Glam rock was that horrible Glam metal stuff. The really bad bands with all the spandex like Nelson and Poison and the like.

Ewwwwwwwwwww.

Got it. Poison. Nelson.

Ewwwwwwwwwww.

(reaches for Traffic doing "Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys")

Late again (I know, I know):

I'd just like there to be as many Amy/Aimee's there as possible and since Parker is being a traitor and going to Seattle, we have to stay strong. :)

You keep that up, and I won't give you one of my hands to mangle when you bring forth the Princess Royal. You'll have to crush your husband's.