Reputation show
General December 8th, 2005
The Canopy Club
Wednesday December 7, 2005
1. Disco
2. SSD
3. Let This Rest
4. Either
5. New
6. She Turned
7. Stars
8. Face It
9. Bottle
Front room of the Canopy only. Played third, kicked off a little after 11pm. Also with City on Film, Unique Chique and Eyes Like Knives.
Went with Chuck and Crissy Hayes, $5 cover. Ass cold outside. The Budweisers were tasty. Chatted with Elizabeth after the show and bought two Sarge CDs - Glass Intact and Distant.
Good show, but a mellow crowed - probably because the sound mixing was probably the worst I’ve heard at Canopy. I kept glaring over at the booth, considering you couldn’t hear the vocals or the base - only set and lead guitar, and he didn’t adjust anything. Need to remember to check with Matt about proper etiquette for telling the mixer to do his fucking job.
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the Rep at High Dive at least twice, Cowboy Monkey at least twice, and Canopy at least twice, so we’ll call this my sixth show. Can anyone contest that?
Frost’s Onset
General December 8th, 2005
You know I’m a Robert Frost fan, and I’m surprised and tickled when I run across good poems of his I had yet to discover. Today, I found The Onset from the book New Hampshire, 1923:
Always the same, when on a fated night
At last the gathered snow lets down as white
As may be in dark woods, and with a song
It shall not make again all winter long
Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground,
I almost stumble looking up and round,
As one who overtaken by the end
Gives up his errand, and lets death descend
Upon him where he is, with nothing done
To evil, no important triumph won,
More than if life had never been begun.Yet all the precedent is on my side:
I know that winter death has never tried
The earth but it has failed: the snow may heap
In long storms an undrifted four feet deep
As measured again maple, birch, and oak,
It cannot check the peeper’s silver croak;
And I shall see the snow all go down hill
In water of a slender April rill
That flashes tail through last year’s withered brake
And dead weeds, like a disappearing snake.
Nothing will be left white but here a birch,
And there a clump of houses with a church.
Enjoy the winter snow!
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