I think I want to try to make sure I photograph our audiences from now on… this way I can keep track who comes to which shows, and reward (or punish) you accordingly.
Anywho – last night I felt just… so close to the room. There were a bunch of really, really good old friends, and then there were a HUGE number of new faces, too – a lot of people that had never seen us before. Heather and I managed to engage our chemistry and everything – and a fantastic time was had by all… which, of course,
meant that I was afraid of having my charisma exhausted for tonight’s show.
Unfortunately for Might Could, though – Bohemian Rhapsody? I managed to grow up during that particular moment when the Wayne’s World movie was assuring that that damned song was being played once an hour on EVERY fucking radio station in EVERY fucking city, and my BROTHER was a HUGE Wayne’s World fan – and so I had to hear it even MORE from THAT front…. I hate hate HATE that song. Oh God… I loathe.
Enough about me. Might Could made it all good again.
Ok, enough – I’m off to bed. In the morning I speak of great things – of ceiling wax and kings and the fantastic creation that is the blossoming Folk Art Cafe… I shall speak of Thai Gour and the Dean of Fire… of Shane the Visitor, and perhaps even Halo.
Though I’ve spent a lot of time dead recently, because of Halo, so maybe I’ll not mention it.
Who here remembers the Year of the Rabbit Coffee Pub in Bowie, Md? A fantastic coffee shop that served gourmet coffees and spectacular soups – they had a pristine sound system, a house piano, and the owner – Francis – was one of the most supportive venue owners in the area.
Well, Francis moved to Denver a couple of months back, and though he looked long and hard for a new owner that would take the same care and continue the Rabbit in the same spirit, we all despaired of his ever actually finding one.
Little did I know – Kathy and Callie from the Folk Art Studio and Gallery next door have decided to expand into the coffee shop business. I stopped in just to say “hey” – and tracked down Kathy buying cookies down the way at the Cakery – and she let me have a sneak peek.
Oh my GOD. Now, no offense to Francis – but this is truly what the Rabbit should have always been. It has been reborn in the guise of … I don’t know, it’s like the yarn shop where Mara (Heather’s mom) works filled with old furniture, hiding the works of the Samantha juice cooler… then take a bunch of art calendars and run them through the Shrike and glue them to every table and every surface. It is beautiful. I mean – I was utterly speachless walking around. It’s beautiful beyond words.
They are doing their grand re-opening on April 1st… and I don’t know what happens after that. I think they’re going to get the hang of things for a bit before inviting music back in (the sound system is still there) – I was really flattered that ilyAIMY has an open invitation.
It looks to be about the most beautiful coffeehouse I’ve ever seen… but I can’t decide… the Susan Seddon Boulet table (too new agey…) or the Waterhouse table (mmmm…. too classical) or… ah yes…. the Edward Gorey table.
Yessssss.
