Jason Webley Fall 2005 Show

So last night was Jason Webley‘s fall concert for the year. This makes the fourth consecutive fall concert that Prairie and I have been able to attend together, and all in all, it was a good show — not the best that Prairie and I have been to, but overall still quite enjoyable.

We showed up downtown about quarter after seven, after a bit of confused driving around. While I’ve been to the Catwalk a few times before, this was the first time that I’d driven there, and the subsequent loss of direction was compounded by I-5 being insanely backed up when we left the apartment, so we’d taken Aurora in and ended up cruising through the World’s Scariest Tunnel™ and then finding ourselves on the Alaskan Way Viaduct before we finally found an exit and got into downtown Seattle. In any case, we did eventually find both downtown Seattle and the club (though I felt quite the idiot in the end) and grabbed a place in line.

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Panexa (Acidachrome Promanganate)

Since Prairie got me watching a bit more TV than I have in the past few years, I’ve been regularly entertained by commercials for drugs where 20% of the commercial is soothing platitudes, and the other 80% is warnings about possible complications and disturbing side effects.

There’s a new winner in that particular game, though — Panexa.

No matter what you do or where you go, you’re always going to be yourself. And Panexa knows this. Your lifestyle is one of the biggest factors in choosing how to live. Why trust it to anything less? Panexa is proven to provide more medication to those who take it than any other comparable solution. Panexa is the right choice, the safe choice. The only choice.

Panexa. Ask your doctor for a reason to take it.

Royce sent me a link to this site yesterday with a note saying “Man, I hurt myself laughing at some parts of this.” He’s not kidding.

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor…not Bach?

Here’s something interesting I hadn’t run across before — apparently there are strong arguments that Bach’s famous organ piece “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” not only wasn’t originally written for organ…but likely wasn’t even written by Bach at all.

The clues lie in the music. For one, Bach’s manuscript copy of the Toccata — the handwritten original — is lost, if it ever existed. That means attribution can’t be certain; it’s akin to trying a murder case without a dead body.

Like a good mystery, the sources are questionable, too. The earliest copy of the Toccata was done by a man with a reputation of passing off spurious works under Bach’s name.

However, the biggest questions arise when the Toccata is examined stylistically.

“It is a little worrying when literally the first and last notes of a piece of music raise doubts,” writes Peter Williams in a seminal article about the Toccata in the journal Early Music in 1981.

Neat stuff. Part of what caught my eye was this passage:

Scholars now think the Toccata was originally a violin piece Bach transcribed.

“If you know the piece you can just see it was written for the violin,” says Don Franklin, a Pitt musicologist specializing in the composer. “It has idiomatic figuration for the violin [and] the initial statement of the fugue subject can easily be played on the D string, crossing over to touch the G string.”

The opening of the Toccata, too, is violin-like, offering “the solo violin an opportunity to drop down through its four strings,” writes Williams. And there are other nuances that add up to an organ piece covering up its origins.

One of my favorite versions of the piece is by Vanessa-Mae off her fourth album, “The Violin Player“. While decidedly not a traditional interpretation (Bach’s original manuscripts are notably devoid of notations for samples and drum machines), it is incredibly well done, and one of the first times I’d heard the piece as a solo violin performance.

Prairie’s birthday

Birthday Bouquet, Prairie's Birthday, Seattle, WA

We had a very pleasant evening last night celebrating Prairie’s birthday. Since I worked ’til 9pm, she’d gone out to dinner with her sister H and H’s boyfriend P, and they all met me back at home after they were done. Prairie had baked herself a cake, so we all sat back and enjoyed birthday cake after she opened her presents.

H and P got her a little goodie bag filled with fun stuff, including Dirty Girl Bubble Bath and lip balm, and Atonemints. From me, she got Uno H2O (waterproof Uno cards for use by a pool) and Shel Silverstein’s last book, Runny Babbit.

More photos are right here. Yay birthdays!

They made a sequel?

While I was not exactly overly enamored with Underworld — “disappointing and frustrating” were my actual words after seeing it, in fact — I just took a look at the trailer for the sequel, Underworld: Evolution. I may end up wandering out to catch a matinee to see how it fares…the original was quite pretty and nice eye candy, and perhaps they’ll actually have invested in some slightly more competent screenwriters this time around.

I won’t hold my breath…but hey, if nothing else, it’s a chance to watch Kate Beckinsale wearing skin-tight outfits.

Jason Webley this Saturday!

This Saturday! Yay!

Hello tomatoes!

Halloween has passed, but don’t put away your disguises, your devilish laughs, or that glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

Bring them to the Catwalk in Pioneer Square this Saturday night!

Here is all the info:

Saturday, November 5th
Jason Webley
with Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band
The Catwalk
172 S Washington St
8 pm – All Ages – $10
(Bar available with ID)
Tickets available at the door
This is my big show, the last one of the year. I will be playing with a band and performing some things that I have never performed before and some things I will never perform again.

There will be free carnival games, and other fun.

Bring a costume,
Bring a tomato,
Bring your headbands form last year’s show,
Bring a friend,
Bring a stranger,
Hope to see you on Saturday!

Wheeeee!
-Jason

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He wrote some pretty creepy stuff…

In Someone is Watching, a movie that Prairie got for me as a silly Halloween present that otherwise doesn’t rate much more than “laughably bad” (it was $1 at the local dollar store), there was this gem of a quote, about a character’s eight year old son:

He has a terrific imagination, he’s going to be the next Ray Bradbury.

Anyone who’s familiar with Ray Bradbury’s works would be able to tell you that that’s probably not really a good sign.

Halloween Weekend

Erk. Forgot that daylight savings time kicked in (out?) today, and got up an hour early. Meh. Could’ve had that extra hour in bed!

Hit the_vogue last night with Prairie, joined the table with gracesine, newwavegirlie, Aaron, and a couple other people that I didn’t catch the names of. So many wonderful costumes last night — all the schoolgirls in our group looked very cute, anzu looked great as a victorian schoolmarm (until she took off the coat and breasts popped everywhere…still looked very cute, just not quite as schoolmarm-ish)…while I got a laugh out of a guy who showed up dressed as a World Trade Center tower (very very wrong…but funny), Trish was wearing her Strawberry Shortcake outfit — and let me tell you, you have’t seen Strawberry Shortcake until you’ve seen her in red leather 20-eye Docs and a vinyl (satin?) corset that had her millimeters away from popping out of it.

Unfortunately, I’d neglected to bring my camera along for the night, so no pictures of the various costumes this year.

The only downside to the night was a higher than usual jerk quotient (mostly the group that invaded directly behind our table, who were loud, obnoxious, pushy, spilled drinks on newwavegirlie and gracesine, and at one point sent a cloud of horribly noxious cigar smoke across us…ick…before they were told to put it out). Prairie and I decided that we’d had all the fun we could stand around 11:20pm and came home to relax with an episode of X-Files before bed.