'Potential'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
"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.
Oh! Are we going to have nametags? meara has done them in the past, but if she can't, I can give it a shot.
I can't help the Frampton-love.
"Is that Peter-fucking=Frampton?"
lso with the Frampton love, but the Lisa Bonet (?) version is good, too. :)