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Monday, February 12, 2007
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Fare thee well, Cleveland
As I look back on the past four months, it seems the time has passed quite quickly. I won’t mind not living in a hotel anymore, but I’ll miss some of the people met and friends made. I’m not getting choked up about it; have no fear. I very much anticipate my return home to see my girlfriend, family, friends, and former co-workers. …this list being closely followed by the ability to venture outside into cold weather that is not substantially worsened by blasts of Canadian air that move at Mach 1 over Lake Erie.
Appropriately, as Cleveland is the home of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, one of my last activities here was to see a show at the House of Blues. I met some friends for dinner and the Matt Wertz show. Not knowing the setup, I entered the main entrance at dinner time only to find myself amidst a crowd of gothic, Cradle of Filth fans. It would be fair to say, that I didn’t contribute to the homogeneity. I asked an employee and found my way to the dining area. Matt ate there as well and mingled around while waiting for service. I can’t say that I was star-struck as I had never seen or heard of him before. It was still a move of magnanimity (or at least friendliness) on his part.
The opening act was the best. Jon McLaughlin, a piano-playing, singer, performed just a couple songs and made way for the Alternate Routes. They were a motley bunch, for sure. Lead singer: an acoustic guitar playing, mid 20’s-ish average Joe; fairly normal seeming with the exception that he admitted to finding out an old flame got engaged via some snooping on Facebook. Rhythm guitar/ keyboard player: think Chris Kattan with longer blonde hair and punk, plastic frame glasses, who sips conspicuously at his glass of red wine. Lead guitar: a Brit-poser who looked like he was a nearly 40 relative of Bob Dylan; talented none-the-less. Bass aka Ginger: Shaun White hair, eyes that nearly touched in the middle, and a sense of style that called for cowboy boots, tight jeans, a black leather jacket, and a scarf… I thought he stumbled into our area from the neighboring death metal concert. Drums: buzz cut, glasses, and an occasional blank cross-eyed gaze. Some of the music sounded fine, but the best part was the fodder provided for commentary. …interesting… Matt Wertz took the stage an hour and a half after the show began. 11 pm is already past my bedtime. He was ok. One particular tune, accompanied by the disco ball, made me feel like I should be a roller rink (with a 12 year-old girlfriend – thanks Jackscolon). Some of us left early as the interest in sleep increased, and the value added by each song waned in comparison.
Additionally, I was at one point credited (or blamed) for perhaps single-handedly bringing back the beard. That being said, it will surely be vacant from my countenance in the foreseeable future.
Appropriately, as Cleveland is the home of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, one of my last activities here was to see a show at the House of Blues. I met some friends for dinner and the Matt Wertz show. Not knowing the setup, I entered the main entrance at dinner time only to find myself amidst a crowd of gothic, Cradle of Filth fans. It would be fair to say, that I didn’t contribute to the homogeneity. I asked an employee and found my way to the dining area. Matt ate there as well and mingled around while waiting for service. I can’t say that I was star-struck as I had never seen or heard of him before. It was still a move of magnanimity (or at least friendliness) on his part.
The opening act was the best. Jon McLaughlin, a piano-playing, singer, performed just a couple songs and made way for the Alternate Routes. They were a motley bunch, for sure. Lead singer: an acoustic guitar playing, mid 20’s-ish average Joe; fairly normal seeming with the exception that he admitted to finding out an old flame got engaged via some snooping on Facebook. Rhythm guitar/ keyboard player: think Chris Kattan with longer blonde hair and punk, plastic frame glasses, who sips conspicuously at his glass of red wine. Lead guitar: a Brit-poser who looked like he was a nearly 40 relative of Bob Dylan; talented none-the-less. Bass aka Ginger: Shaun White hair, eyes that nearly touched in the middle, and a sense of style that called for cowboy boots, tight jeans, a black leather jacket, and a scarf… I thought he stumbled into our area from the neighboring death metal concert. Drums: buzz cut, glasses, and an occasional blank cross-eyed gaze. Some of the music sounded fine, but the best part was the fodder provided for commentary. …interesting… Matt Wertz took the stage an hour and a half after the show began. 11 pm is already past my bedtime. He was ok. One particular tune, accompanied by the disco ball, made me feel like I should be a roller rink (with a 12 year-old girlfriend – thanks Jackscolon). Some of us left early as the interest in sleep increased, and the value added by each song waned in comparison.
Additionally, I was at one point credited (or blamed) for perhaps single-handedly bringing back the beard. That being said, it will surely be vacant from my countenance in the foreseeable future.
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