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Yet another noun that has been verbified, along with googling, and, apparently, verbifying...
I'm sitting here catching up the day after returning from the Windsor festival. We were, of course, in the middle of an ensemble variety show when the lights went out - and spent at least 20 minutes unpatching and repatching the distro because we assumed the green room fridges had blown the circuits again. Har Har. Troupers and pros all, of course the show went on vox only with a borrowed batt amp (thanks, Mike!) and turned out lovely. It was only after the show that we started hearing rumour and supposition, and saw the Detroit skyline start to vanish in the dusk.
Of course, the show went on. Second oldest form of entertainment, all cash transactions, and ingenuity and cooperation up the wazoo. Quickly pulled together an inventory of self-sufficient gear, and got off shows to the one circle-worth of folks that were there all evening. The site was one of the only places in town making food, since all was propane. Lit the site by parking the golf carts and a few cars/trucks around with their lights on (with Ken paying the price of a dead car at the end of the night). Artists who weren't in a show lit the way from pitch to pitch with torches for the audience. Had a genny with enough juice to power one par lamp, so Monkey kept clambering up the tower to patch light from pitch 3 to 4 and back again so we could transition show to show. Peter Panic had a crank powered radio that kept us tuned to what was shaking. Rubberboy quickly bought up all the candles he could find, and started turing a profit a couple of hours later. Rob Torres drove around town for an hour or more collecting ice from various locations so the beer would be cold when we were done. Had arranged sleepovers for the folks at the elevator-less hotel with those who had liftage (but didn't need them because the lights came on at 2 am before anyone went to bed).
So tra la la, just another day in the world of street. Nothing really stopped us, apart from the Saturday rains that came from the wrong side of the planet, came in sideways, and obliterated view of anything more than 10 feet away. And even that only halted the proceedings for a short time. A little clown water fight (thanks Rob and Michael), and shows were underway in some fashion again.
Makes me curious to hear more tales of jerry-rigged solutions, band-aids, and perserverance....but maybe I'll have a nap first.
Ta Windsor gang,
Lynneski
I'm sitting here catching up the day after returning from the Windsor festival. We were, of course, in the middle of an ensemble variety show when the lights went out - and spent at least 20 minutes unpatching and repatching the distro because we assumed the green room fridges had blown the circuits again. Har Har. Troupers and pros all, of course the show went on vox only with a borrowed batt amp (thanks, Mike!) and turned out lovely. It was only after the show that we started hearing rumour and supposition, and saw the Detroit skyline start to vanish in the dusk.
Of course, the show went on. Second oldest form of entertainment, all cash transactions, and ingenuity and cooperation up the wazoo. Quickly pulled together an inventory of self-sufficient gear, and got off shows to the one circle-worth of folks that were there all evening. The site was one of the only places in town making food, since all was propane. Lit the site by parking the golf carts and a few cars/trucks around with their lights on (with Ken paying the price of a dead car at the end of the night). Artists who weren't in a show lit the way from pitch to pitch with torches for the audience. Had a genny with enough juice to power one par lamp, so Monkey kept clambering up the tower to patch light from pitch 3 to 4 and back again so we could transition show to show. Peter Panic had a crank powered radio that kept us tuned to what was shaking. Rubberboy quickly bought up all the candles he could find, and started turing a profit a couple of hours later. Rob Torres drove around town for an hour or more collecting ice from various locations so the beer would be cold when we were done. Had arranged sleepovers for the folks at the elevator-less hotel with those who had liftage (but didn't need them because the lights came on at 2 am before anyone went to bed).
So tra la la, just another day in the world of street. Nothing really stopped us, apart from the Saturday rains that came from the wrong side of the planet, came in sideways, and obliterated view of anything more than 10 feet away. And even that only halted the proceedings for a short time. A little clown water fight (thanks Rob and Michael), and shows were underway in some fashion again.
Makes me curious to hear more tales of jerry-rigged solutions, band-aids, and perserverance....but maybe I'll have a nap first.
Ta Windsor gang,
Lynneski
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