3 posts tagged “seattle”
I recently returned from San Francisco. It was so exciting to be in a real city again. Too bad there wasn't much going on in the way of performing arts at the time, though I did get to take in a few museums. Best of all was the the Legion of Honor art museum (you've seen it if you've seen Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo). It was my first time there (on other trips it seemed either to be closed or too much of a bother to get to--the latter not true) and both the collections and the surrounding park were beautiful.
Soon heading off--for a whole week this time--to NYC. Again, before the "new season" cranks up into full gear, but I imagine I will be able to find something to do.
When I return, the ballet here will be starting up. I am so eager, having been deprived of seeing any dance since early summer. So, I guess that was Twyla Tharp I saw in the produce section of the supermarket earlier in the summer.
The display board outside of McCaw Hall amused me. If only the former was true.
This isn't what I wanted to write about at all, but I was so relieved (with the assistance of Google and some other memory aids) to have finally come up with the name of this band earlier this morning. Neither my boyfriend nor I could remember the name when we were discussing them last week (and, no, I haven't been thinking about this continuously for an entire week). Early onset Alzheimer's? Scary!
We saw them (twice, I think) at Bumbershoot. The first time was when they opened for Joan Baez in the former opera house, shortly after I arrived in Seattle. The second time (the following year?), I believe they headlined at one of the outdoor venues. We also caught one of their sets at the Conor Byrne in Ballard.
They were included on the Rough Guide to English Root Music, though I am not sure that I would describe any of the stuff on their first record, Bareback, as such.
I don't think we ever got their second record, though I could be wrong. I certainly don't remember it. But I can't say why we wouldn't have gotten it, since we liked the first one so well (hmm...so well I couldn't remember the name of the band). But then again, I've got hundreds of CDs still locked in a storage space in Seattle, which I haven't been able to handle or listen to for years now. That sucks.
Are the Hank Dogs still playing? Their own site doesn't work and I could only find two fairly recent blog posts about them here and there.
Time for an early lunch, I think.
Trying to get my bearings again after a long weekend (plus) fling in Seattle and Vancouver. I'm still debating whether or not these short jaunts out to the West Coast are worth the wear and tear on the body and psyche. Though, on balance, I am glad I went.
We had headed out there because of a convergence of different interests: celebrating a birthday (not mine) and the opportunity to see a mixed repertory program of Pacific Northwest Ballet, which featured the Seattle premiere of Christopher Wheeldon's Polyphonia, a revival of Nacho Duato's Rassemblement, as well as Balanchine's La Sonnambula (one of my favorites) and the opportunity to catch the recently-migrated Miranda Weese in her new home, as well as the perennially fabulous Carla Körbes. I had expected that Weese would be cast as the Coquette, since she has done that role many times and that Körbes would be the Sleepwalker (which would seem a natural for her), but the casting was the other way around. No worries either way though.
I'll try to write up some sort of account of the performances, as well as my day trip to Vancouver, B.C., but right now I am short on time and energy. I came straight into work yesterday after taking the red eye back and put in a full(ish) day today, but tomorrow and Saturday I am attending an all-day academic conference, bookended by two evenings to be spent at a performance of The Pirates of Penzance (in Yiddish) and the City Center Encores! production of Face the Music (the birthday fare continues). On top of that, this morning I moronically pulled some muscles in my back reaching for a box of cereal on an upper shelf. Something I probably would not have done had I been less tired and thinking clearly (or if I was less short). Yes, life is fraught with perils. I hope I can still stand up after this weekend!
