Simon says Go Snow!

Friday night I took in a show with a friend for whom I have no blog name. Originally, I was going to stay in on Friday and get some knitting done, then go out on Saturday night, but the forecast looked grim. I decided I should get out while the getting was good. We saw four bands at Radio Radio, two of which were really good. Well technically three were good. The last band lost points for starting their first song out of tune, being last, and having terrible hygiene. The first band was Dan Glenzig. They were a lot of fun to listen to. They played punkish rock and covered some good songs. They were borrowing a guitarist from the next band to perform, and I think that may have led to the cover selections like AC/DC's Rosie, and some Kiss song that escapes me. We arrived towards the end of their set. They are in the "reasons to go see a show" column for me. The next band was Creepin' Charley and the Boneyard Orchestra, and if the four piece band doesn't warrant the title of Orchestra they are certainly helped out by a stage chock full of props including enormous skull caricatures of the band, 9" TVs lining the front of the stage set to snow, and a fog machine. They were performers, and they gave us a show. The front man took his job seriously coming out on stage in a red tuxedo with flames on the sleeves and an Army MP helmet covered in mini-mirrors like a disco ball adorned with red horns. They had a tight set. The guitarist was exceptional. The band played well together. In short I'd like to see them again.

I'm not going to mention the next act by name. He was a one man -ahem- "band" who probably should have moved out of his Mom's house fifteen years ago. He increased speed as he increased volume. He played three chords. He plied the crowd for drugs. When he had finished up for the night he was drinking alone. The whole experience evoked pity.

By the time the next band was up we were ready to hit the road. We rolled over to the Murphy, and hung out with some artist friends of hers who live there. I got to see a couple studios. I felt really honored to see one in particular. It felt like I was walking into a shrine dedicated to beauty. I want some of this guy's art. I just don't know how to work that into my budget at the moment. After the art tour and hearing some good discs it was time to get on home.

I dropped off no-blog-name friend and headed to Meijer's. The reports of bad weather had me concerned and I wasn't going to leave myself snowed in without activities. I bought some chunky maroon yarn, big knitting needles, a frozen pizza, and toilet paper among other things. My fridge and pantry are stocked well enough, and it's not like I'll be stuck for more than a day, but I saw that the quality of the ginger root was good, and one thing led to another. Really, I saw this as an excuse to not leave the house, and I went to bed late Saturday morning excited to wake up in a Winter wonderland.

I spent all day knitting in my pajamas watching Miss Marple murder mysteries and drinking tea. There were a million things I wanted to do yesterday, but I stayed focused and finished my scarf. This is my first wearable knitting project, and I'm pleased. It's pictured here, warts and all. This piece is also the first knitting I've done that involved more than one ball of yarn. I I think the best knitting advice I've received is from Saraswati who told me that all knitting has mistakes and knitters know that. So when my eyes travel immediately to the flaws in my work I remind myself that it's just a part of the work.