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Not doing anything, for a change...
...because my body told me to Stop It Right Now, but not in the shape of fatigue, leaving me too tired to even write, but by having a headache that is not too bad if sit in a room that is quiet except for Tully the Tabby snoring softly, and avoid strenuous activity. Which I can do.
Yesterday, Ceridwen, G--- and I went to see Doro Pesch in the next city. First time I went to a not-seated concert for years, and first Heavy Metal concert for decades (I'm generally more of a Folk/Indie/Rock person with a side line in a-cappella). I was a bit unsure if that was a good idea, but I'm always worried about something, or anything, really. I'm quite practised in ignoring it.
We drove out to the zoo, where the parking spaces are, and walked up to the queue at the event site, where we waited for 30 minutes or more, enough for a mild early spring evening to turn chill. The queue probably went down to the parking lot. It's a small site (1500 people max), with a small door. Security did not object to my bulging pockets. (Used to be I carried only my wallet, my keys, and a handkerchief. Those were the days.) The architecture of the site I would have placed in the 60s, but actually it's early 70s, with interesting elements but all the charisma of an early 70's train station. Doesn't matter when the light shows start.
Supporting act was Holy Mother, which I did not know at all. Solid speed/power metal, solid, fast and loud. I hardly understood a word of the lyrics, and I had to keep my arms in front of my chest so that the sound pressure of the base drum would not do weird stuff to my heart rate, and I wished, for the first time ever, that I brought ear protection, but it was so. much. fun. just being in the middle of all that sound and energy. (And watching the guitarist.)
Doro took it a bit softer, if not less energetic by any means, but I had my hands free. Lots of clapping and singing and shouting and howling from the audience, a short woman next to me was dancing wildly, I was mostly moving in place. I don't know Doro's work really well, I recognised a few of the older songs, but I enjoyed them all. Fun drum solo while the band geared up for the encores.
Getting out was surprisingly easy, as the audience dispersed to the food and drink booths, the smokers' area, the cloakroom, the restrooms and the merch tables. I made for the latter because I wanted a T-Shirt but I doubted my ability to wear a "Strong and Proud" T-Shirt convincingly, so I walked to the place where we had agreed to meet, waited for ten minutes, re-considered the T-Shirt, went back to the merch tables and found Ceridwen and G--- waiting for me, utterly sure that I could not have left without them noticing me. (SEP-field projection is my secret superpower.) :-D
We were home around midnight, and, as so many things, I should do that more often. (And bring ear protection.)
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This morning I dreamed that I had jumped over a sofa in the middle of the road on my motor scooter and later found that I had lost my top case, but never even got around to looking for it because I needed a bag so salvage the top case, and there were so many things in all the bags and boxes around (most of them broken or icky) that I never managed to empty one bag.
When I woke up I was a) relieved that it was a dream, b) wondering why broken and icky things were more of a problem to my dreaming mind than a row of sofas in the middle of the road which I somehow failed to notice in time.
Yesterday, Ceridwen, G--- and I went to see Doro Pesch in the next city. First time I went to a not-seated concert for years, and first Heavy Metal concert for decades (I'm generally more of a Folk/Indie/Rock person with a side line in a-cappella). I was a bit unsure if that was a good idea, but I'm always worried about something, or anything, really. I'm quite practised in ignoring it.
We drove out to the zoo, where the parking spaces are, and walked up to the queue at the event site, where we waited for 30 minutes or more, enough for a mild early spring evening to turn chill. The queue probably went down to the parking lot. It's a small site (1500 people max), with a small door. Security did not object to my bulging pockets. (Used to be I carried only my wallet, my keys, and a handkerchief. Those were the days.) The architecture of the site I would have placed in the 60s, but actually it's early 70s, with interesting elements but all the charisma of an early 70's train station. Doesn't matter when the light shows start.
Supporting act was Holy Mother, which I did not know at all. Solid speed/power metal, solid, fast and loud. I hardly understood a word of the lyrics, and I had to keep my arms in front of my chest so that the sound pressure of the base drum would not do weird stuff to my heart rate, and I wished, for the first time ever, that I brought ear protection, but it was so. much. fun. just being in the middle of all that sound and energy. (And watching the guitarist.)
Doro took it a bit softer, if not less energetic by any means, but I had my hands free. Lots of clapping and singing and shouting and howling from the audience, a short woman next to me was dancing wildly, I was mostly moving in place. I don't know Doro's work really well, I recognised a few of the older songs, but I enjoyed them all. Fun drum solo while the band geared up for the encores.
Getting out was surprisingly easy, as the audience dispersed to the food and drink booths, the smokers' area, the cloakroom, the restrooms and the merch tables. I made for the latter because I wanted a T-Shirt but I doubted my ability to wear a "Strong and Proud" T-Shirt convincingly, so I walked to the place where we had agreed to meet, waited for ten minutes, re-considered the T-Shirt, went back to the merch tables and found Ceridwen and G--- waiting for me, utterly sure that I could not have left without them noticing me. (SEP-field projection is my secret superpower.) :-D
We were home around midnight, and, as so many things, I should do that more often. (And bring ear protection.)
--
This morning I dreamed that I had jumped over a sofa in the middle of the road on my motor scooter and later found that I had lost my top case, but never even got around to looking for it because I needed a bag so salvage the top case, and there were so many things in all the bags and boxes around (most of them broken or icky) that I never managed to empty one bag.
When I woke up I was a) relieved that it was a dream, b) wondering why broken and icky things were more of a problem to my dreaming mind than a row of sofas in the middle of the road which I somehow failed to notice in time.