Consonance Sunday
Mar. 12th, 2010 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, while introducing Timothy Griffin, I was going to push my hair back, and hit my nose, and then thumbed my nose at him instead, right after he'd asked me to sign when I was just introducing him, and I felt bad because I'd insulted him. Someone in the audience hollered to sign one of his songs as an apology, so I did, and he was awesome, so I ended up signing the rest of his stuff. Then, I totally insulted him again by crying out something to the effect of "Ladies and Gentlemen, Timothy Griffin, who's awesome, and who knew?" Stupid tongue. He was selling his CDs as a fundraiser for his school, and I totally cut line to be the first to buy one. I think I said something ungracious about having "earned" it by signing the concert, too. I about bit my tongue off scolding myself to behave, tired or not.
I signed Steve MacDonald's concert, and he was sweet in that he included "Journey's Done" for me, knowing how much I adore signing it.
I ended up not signing Stone Dragons, because I was a bit loopy and tired, but I did sign a bit of the end of Dave Clement's concert, with Paul Kwinn. I goofed and credited Dave as "Hal Clement," and just *could not* remember the simplest announcements cued to me by John O. I'm afraid I needed a clue-by-four card by that point. As I was getting out of the way of performers getting on and off the stage, I lept lightly off the stage, and landed heavily on my feet. My left foot started hurting.pondside determined, in mother-hen mode, that I really, really needed dinner a lot more than the rock jam, so we went out to eat at the local sushi joint. She was so right, as I had trouble trying to decide how many carbs I could have, a usually simple task.
After dinner, my foot still hurt a lot, and I was asking pondside if she thought I ought to check in with Kathleen or Mary Crowell's husband Wes to see if I should go have it looked at, and the person we were near happened to be a physical therapist, and looked at it, and did adjustments, and it felt *much* better afterwards, more like I was walking on a bruise than the near-agony it was before. I'd also mentioned that my right knee had been out of whack since high school, and the therapist did something that made me realize that I no longer had any pain there!
The Fairies and Flyswatter Filk was awesome. My voice was pretty well gone, but I tried singing along a bit, and signed one or two things, and mellowed out, although not as much as hsifyppah , who curled up by
vixyish like a contented kitten.
My voice warmed a bit, and I decided to try Julia Ecklar's "Cathedral," which is pretty challenging. I know she's working on a new CD, and this will be on it. I warned the audience that either this would work, or I would ditch it, and sang and signed it. I was standing in a "sweet" spot in the room that had a bit of echo/reverb, so it sounded like I was in a church. It sounded husky, and very good, actually, and the emotions of the song really resonated clearly. When I finished, someone said "Whoever told you that you should shut up and not sing at filk conventions should be slapped up the side of her head. That was wonderful!"
I went to bed far too late, and was so scared that I'd sleep through my five thirty alarm clock, I didn't even get my solid three hours' sleep. I kept waking up. So, I was ready at 6 when Chris O drove me to the airport. They searched my suitcase because they love looking at what all those metal bits are (corset) and testing the cold pack in my diabetic kit for bomb makings while they're at it. Very routine now. But I myself was not patted down, which was a change from what I expect. It took me a while to re-pac k in a way that I could re-zip my bag.
I was tired enough that I actually started sleeping on the plane before we'd finished takeoff. Made it home safely, and succeeded in getting back to work on time the next day.
On a frustrating note, my left foot has started hurting worse and worse this week. I made an appointment with my doctor, which will be on Monday after school. I was limping at work, and the nurse at school took a look at it, and opined that I may have broken my foot. Also opined that I ought to have more wrong with my left leg with the way I'd hurt it, but I think the PT at the con may have adjusted those injuries away. (I'd give full credit, but the PT asked me at the time not to bandy the career about, since the PT wished to avoid being asked to do adjustments at cons.) More updates on the foot as I find out Monday. In the meantime, I really *am* limping about like Captain Ahab.
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Date: 2010-03-12 10:31 pm (UTC)Thinking good thoughts for your foot.
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Date: 2010-03-12 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 11:33 pm (UTC)Stairs only.
No hopping up or down to the stage.
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Date: 2010-03-13 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-12 11:03 pm (UTC)When I teach theory on Tuesdays and Thursdays you can set your watch by my "10 am and hungry" statements. I either get snippy or just lose the ability to do any mathematical or linguistic reasoning. It's bad. "Time for your bar, Dr. Crowell."
I think a lot of people have this happen to them though. I've begun to attribute pretty much any verbal exchange that goes slightly off-kilter as maybe at least one of us is hungry."
Regarding the signing of Timothy Griffin's concert: You are so very kind and caring, and it is obvious to anyone observing you for even a short time. I was not there, but I'll bet it sounded much worse to your inner ear than it did to anyone else's.
Don't sweat it -- you were and are magnificent!
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Date: 2010-03-12 11:24 pm (UTC)Having one or two of those can throw me off of my usual self, and I can say the most thoughtless things and not even mean them.
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Date: 2010-03-13 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-12 11:47 pm (UTC)Your sister could be Michelle Pfeiffer, Susan Boyle and Alan Stivell rolled into one and you would still *really* have the talent in your family.
Just sayin, cause you seem to need it.
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Date: 2010-03-13 12:16 am (UTC)Hee! That's exactly what I felt like too. I think it's vixy's sunny personality. I just feel like I'm sitting in a sunbeam and need to curl up and take a happy nap.
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Date: 2010-03-13 05:00 pm (UTC)When you signed "Uplift" I couldn't take my eyes off you-- it's one of my favorite songs ever, and we cover it a lot-- and at the end I actually made a little sort of gasp-squeak noise. I told Brooke I'd just had a little signgasm there. :)
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Date: 2010-03-13 05:39 pm (UTC)It was funny, the two of us staring in diabetic stupid at the menu trying to figure out what language the English was written in...
You were wonderful, you are always wonderful and the more confident you become in your own powers the more wonderfulness is apparent!!
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Date: 2010-03-14 01:44 am (UTC)