December 8th, 2004

Sunrise

I just got back -- pretty early for me -- from a concert. It was Neko Case, together with her backing band of choice, The Sadies, as an opening act. You know how things you look forward to tend to disappoint? Well, I always look forward to seeing Neko Case, even if it's a passing look at her playing catch in front of her house. But did she disappoint? No, no, no. The show was beyond great. The Sadies rocked hard. And her voice was every bit as good as it is on record, maybe even better. Not to mention that she was particularly talkative and made all sorts of winning comments between songs. Although her stage manner is not much like Kim's, she reminds me of Kim in other ways. For example, I think they're both sexy by resisting conventional sexiness. Anyway, in an effort to pry my mind away from the memory of Neko's mannerisms, let me state, for the record, that my experience was a thousand times better for being at Solar Culture. Maybe it's a lame, middle-aged thing to feel, but I so prefer Solar Culture over places like Club Congress. Nobody's smoking in my face. And the music usually sounds perfect. I know Steven Eye is a strange character, but he and his minions do wonderful work.
  • Current Music
    a memory of a Loretta Lynn cover

Ball of Light

Tonight we met Laurie and Megan and their respective children Travis and Kaylee at the Reid Park Zoo for the annual festival of lights. This event is second only to the walk through Winterhaven on our list of "classic" holiday traditions in Tucson. Every year we have a great time. And every year I eat way too much kettle corn. This time, though, my need to produce a photographic record of the excess tempered my consumption. Highlights included passing around the trippy 3-D glasses we purchased that made all lights look like snowflakes, seeing Skylar's first pre-school teacher's aide Tasha, and finding that the polar bear was both awake and attracted to Kim's voice. Aesthetically speaking, the ball of light was hard to beat:

"She's got the whole world, in her hands." Either that or a fusion reaction a la Spider Man 2.

Isn't there a scene in La Jetée where everyone is wearing that sort of glasses? I should know the answer to that one, but I only saw the movie once, back in 1997, at L.A.'s Temporary Contemporary, under the influence of Gram Parsons's Nudie suit. All I remember clearly is fearing the Middle-American families surrounding us on the nubbily carpeted risers.
  • Current Music
    Burl Ives on the brain