Karen and I miss most of Brit’s performances, because they are typically in Denver and she plays past our bed time. So it’s unusual that we went two Friday’s in a row. This one was in Boulder though, on the Hill at Taco Junky. I posted possibly the worst ever Facebook live video in the history of videos. I started before they even warmed up and the place was loud. The good stuff didn’t start until after my battery died.
Rachel & Brit had the whole night to sing so they took some solos after first singing together. Brit sang her cover of Lost Boy and the college crowd really got into it. Brit followed with another cover that got the coeds singing and dancing.
That was enough for Brit to figure out what they liked so she got her phone out and began pulling up piano chords and lyrics to more songs. It would take her a minute to study and then she would just play and sing based on reading music she barely knew. She owned that crowd for the next hour singing dowloaded tunes. The audience even started holding her phone for her while she played. Pretty impressive adaptation to a crowd.
Before long, Karen was singing and dancing with the coeds. A professional photographer showed up from nowhere with lights and began taking photos. It turned into a rock n roll hoochie koo. Still, we left in the middle because it was past our bed time.
Hah, fooled you. This is not a blog covering the digital creatives that descend on Austin in March. I am however in Austin. I realized my mistake upon arrival at ABIA yesterday. Conditions inside the terminal were claustrophobic. Thank God I didn’t try to rent a car. Still not sure how I scored a ticket on Southwest for under $100. Must have beat the real crowds by a few days.
I find myself this morning faced with an epic moral dilemma. I don’t play facebook games. Those analog chain letters with specious purpose. At their worse, they propagate stealthy adware. At best, they strive to trend a positive mood for the world.
My strategic delay in planting this year looks brilliant given last week’s heavy spring snowfall. The wine I drank this weekend was in celebration of my gorgeous tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, kale, spinach, leeks, lettuces, chard, strawberries, melon, and a mix of florals to bring the bees; not the pity party so many of my fellow growers wallowed in as they assessed the damage to their crops. Sorry guys but second mouse gets the cheese.
Momentos from twenty-three years at IBM sit on my bookshelf. Maybe more are hiding in my desk drawers. I might have lifted my stapler from the office. My history with IBM began when I drove a forklift working on their packaging line the summer of 1981, as part of the production of word processors manufactured in their Austin, Texas facility. I later worked as a computer operator as an intern in 1990 while obtaining my masters from CU in Boulder. I then started my 23 year run in 1994 with their wholly-owned subsidiary ISSC. I forget what that stands for now.
