Weekly Rochester Events #267: You Think You've Got a Big John Hancock?
Thursday, February 19, 2004Let's start with some random stuff like usual ...
First, I have another philosophical theory: the purpose of all mankind is to burn all the fossil fuels. We're like chemotherapy for planets ... we do our own form of damage, but if it weren't for us, the inflammable er ... flammable (whichever) fossil fuels under the ground would eventually come squirting out on their own and burn really poorly and probably kill off lots of stuff that's alive on the planet. The best part is that once they're all burned up, most of us will die off and the rest will turn back into stupid farmer monkeys.
Second, I went to the The Reynolds Auction Company auction for the renters at L. A. Self-Storage (430 Lake Ave.) who couldn't pay their rent. The selection was pretty sparse, and I learned an important lesson: people who can't afford to pay for self-storage don't have nice things.
I guess I wanted to mention something about President George W. Bush being conflicted about gay marriages. I guess the hate group he belongs to that wants to oppress gays is at odds with his job as President where he should treat all citizens of the United States fairly and equally. Curiously, he could be written into the history books as the hero who understood the value of equality and cemented the rationale for the value of the separation of church and state.
I'm not holding my breath on that one, though. (Sorry to anyone that disagrees, but in case you've never seen it, this is what's liberally biased press looks like ... even though I'm really a reactionary at heart who wants to see all preferential treatment of corporations stripped, for individual freedoms to be paramount, and for the government to be run by the people. You know, more like 1776 than 1996.)
Anyway ... back to the 184 hour Rochester world.
Let me fill you in with some back-information first. I have a well-defined concept of what I think art is—the expression of an idea which is not possible to explain in words. To me, a picture of a mountain, if you can explain exactly what it is, is more like a craft or skill of image reproduction. Butterflies-on-a-stick are not art (although beating someone to death with one is.) Jackson Pollock's paint splatter paintings are just paint splatters.
However, something that elicits an emotional response which can't readily be explained is much closer to art ... the artistic ideal would theoretically defy all deconstruction, I guess.
I think it's pretty darn challenging to make art out of photography because, well duh (or "doy!" for our Buffalo readers) they're pictures of real things. If you want to see some pretty good examples, check out the photography exhibit at The All-Purpose Room (#8 in the Public Market, off N. Union St.). Fennel Skellyman's Gods & Spirits is a great centerpiece ... about 20 bizarre, distorted Polaroids ... I liked the red one with the flower-like thing and the dog-like thing, and the one that's blurry and yellowish with a purple notch on the left side. He shares the gallery with two other photographers. Kate Laux's work was quite disturbing as well, and Moxen N. Briddlebane's fictionalized places were odd and unnerving to look at.
I got to check that out on Friday, and followed it up with a trip to Lux Lounge (666 South Ave.) but ended playing with the fire for an hour and leaving early ... I got home and still wasn't tired, so I stopped by The Distillery (1142 Mount Hope Ave.) It's not really my kind of place ... generally a noisy sports bar, and an okay place to bring a group of about 5 people to socialize, but not a place to meet people at all. However, I stopped by anyway, if only to spend a few bucks on the place that does the best job clearing their sidewalks on Mount Hope.
Saturday—Valentine's Day—made a couple odd turns. I started out a bit early, hoping to grab some chocolate thing and some coffee at Starry Nites (696 University Ave., formerly Moonbeans) but I was denied at the door: "Valentine's Day reservations only after 7 p.m." So I made my way to The Little Theatre Café (240 East Ave.) which was fairly crowded ...the band from Diane Armesto Quartet was playing some light jazz. I borrowed the corner of a table up front to see the band. Amidst the "foolish guy with no date on Valentine's Day" is the "guy who slyly and deliberately selected the table with the two most attractive women in the place." No big surprise, I end up talking with Kristy and Jen for an hour or so ... unfortunately, Diane Armesto started singing and was bothered by our conversation and asked us to stop. I mean, come on ... it's a café ... not Kilbourn Hall. Oh well. Regardless, I was itching to head out anyway to get to Monty's Krown (875 Monroe Ave.) so I bid them farewell.
Ah the Valentine's Day Massacre at the Krown. The problem of people talking in front of the band is as easily solved as a low profit margin: with volume. A big jumble of people from dozens of local bands recombining into new temporary forms to cover "love" songs. Drinking happens and the pesky holiday is finally history. (Oh yeah: don't forget to check out the "Link of the Week" in the right-hand column about this QuirkyAlone concept.)
On Monday's foray, I stopped by The Bop Shop (274 N. Goodman St., in Village Gate Square) first and caught Sonic Openings Under Pressure which was this excellent 4-piece jazz band with an improvisational, unconventional flair. Combine that with the magical acoustics of the interior of Village Gate Square (274 N. Goodman St.) and it was just incredible. Then came the search for coffee ... Starry Nites (696 University Ave., formerly Moonbeans) was closed or just about to close, even though it was before 9. Java's (16 Gibb St.) was mobbed. Plus, I didn't see this girl I saw with a friend of mine at the Ossia New Music show last week that I wanted to meet, so I didn't quite have enough gumption to deal with the noise and odor of youth. Around the corner and down the block, and I find Spot Coffee (East Ave. and Mathews St.) is closed as well ... quite thoroughly closed for apparently several hours. So it's back to The Little Theatre Café (240 East Ave.) and I got to see The White Hots play. Let me just say that was very amusing ... seeing a tame (okay ... by comparision, lame) jazz band not long after seeing a really good one. I guess if you make the difference dramatic enough, even I can judge the quality of jazz.
Tuesday I had all the life sucked out of me doing taxes ... nothing like receiving the software in the mail and just banging through it. Fortunately, I forced myself to get out of the house and I got to see The Know How at The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) which is this great ska band from Gainesville, Florida ... despite that they're light on brass with only one trumpeter.
Ultimately, it was that show that inspired me to make the icon to indicate that an event is the "preferred" pick of the day. I've been asked a couple times in the past to add a "where's Jayce" indicator as to what I was going to do, so here's as close as I can get to that ... these are the events that get marked with a * in my Palm Pilot so I'll try to get out to them myself. While I was at it, I finished up work on the logo as well which links to a band's page on IUMA.com ... a lot like GarageBand.com, both of which offer reviews and information about bands.
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On this day ... February 19
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QuirkyAlone - After another non-Valentine Valentine's Day, a friend sent me info about this site. It's related to the book Quirkyalone : A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics by Sasha Cagen and described in this article. The general idea is that there's a personality type (probably like me) that puts their wants and needs at a higher priority than the need to be dating, so most of the time they don't.
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