Weekly Rochester Events #282: Rapa Nui! Look at Those Heads!
Thursday, June 3, 2004This week I thought I'd play a little bit and "type" part of the essay onto "paper" then try to scan it in just to see if it would work. The kicker is that I'm using an Underwood "Golden Touch" which is this entirely mechanical typewriter that I pulled from the trash some years ago and I just recently fixed its minor problem (it had a loose screw that caused the carriage return to miss the left margin sometimes.) It's also funny to get back to "true" touch-typing practices, like hitting the carriage return when the bell rings, and using a lowercase l in place of the number 1. Also, I have to put two spaces after the period because it's a fixed-width font. Oh, and it has all these nifty levers and such to do things like changing line-spacing or using the lower half of the ribbon in case I want to type in red (unfortunately I only have a black ribbon. Oh well.)
The whole rationale for bringing out the typewriter in the first place was so I could decide which one I wanted to sell ... the winner (or loser, whichever) was the Smith Corona electric. See, I'm having another garage sale this year in conjunction with the neighborhood sale for Upper Mount Hope—as you'd expect, at Jayce's House (45 Whiteford Rd.) This time I think I'm going to have less stuff than last year, but the gimmick is going to be "Pay whatever it's worth to you." I figure I'll make about the same amount of money as last year's "everything is a dollar" sale just due to the law of averages, but with the added bonus that I won't even have to make up more signs since the prices won't need to change. It turns out, there are going to be over 40 sales in the area this weekend ... I assume the maximum number will be on Saturday, but mine is from 9 to 4 on Friday and Saturday, and from 10 to 3 on Sunday (unless I really run out of stuff.)
As a second benefit/curse, it's also the Ham Fest weekend. The point being that I won't really be able to spend any time down there, ergo, won't be able to spend lots of money and collect even more junk I don't need. Heck, for that matter, I don't even have a list of dream junk this time around. OK, so maybe I'll get down there a little bit ... like by closing early on Saturday. Or, better yet if I'm lucky, I'll run out of stuff! (And I just realized that there is no exclamation point on the typewriter so I took a crack at it using the apostrophe and a period—which is what I think you're supposed to do, but it looks kind of dumb because the apostrophe is slanted. The OCR software thought I meant to type a colon.)
Anyway, it looks like I won't be going to O'Bagelo's on Saturday due to the sale, but I expect you all to show up anyway. In the interim, I believe that I'll be eating pizza or something—maybe even the pizza I won at the WXXI auction.
Yeesh ... I just looked ahead a little in my calendar, and it looks like I've booked pretty much every weekend in June, and the first one in July. For instance, Synaesthesia 2 is on June 11 and 12—and to make matters worse, my photography comes down from the Bug Jar on June 13. The weekend afterward is Jan's bachelor party weekend (no nekkid women was the demand, so it looks like we're going to have to just get him really really drunk—I hope I'm not giving too much away.) Naturally, since the wedding is July 3, that's pretty much accounted for leaving only June 26th which I assume I'll be spending with whenever shows up back "home" a week early ... if anyone. Either that or I'll be running around as a pack mule of sorts.
Anyway, there wasn't too much excitement last week. Starting on Saturday for lunch at Open Face (651 South Ave., right by the corner of Hickory) I tried the brie-and-pear sandwich which was incredible and their turkey sandwich which was just okay. I also tried a Moxie which is basically like carbonated medicine ... like a blend of cola and anise. I'm not sure of the appeal, except maybe to prove to your friends that you can drink it.
That night I stopped by Acme Bar & Pizza (495 Monroe Ave.) and saw Gionnie Clash which was pretty good ... the band is really tight, and Don's a good singer, but his voice was distorted (I don't know if it was deliberate or even exactly what they wanted) and they pretty much did bluesy cover songs. From there I popped over to The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) and Low Ton sounded really good ... maybe because their new guitar player is working out, or because I just really needed to hear them again.
On Tuesday I realized it's June already ... what happened to May exactly?
Anyway, that night I headed back out to The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) for the premiere of Johnny "Mac" McAnany's movie Rockchester about the Rochester rock-and-roll scene. It was really good, but it was obviously just for us ... I don't know if it would make sense to anybody else because there's so many people and bands to keep track of throughout. Maybe they just become an anonymous blur.
A wave of melancholy hit me afterward when I got home. I didn't like that the movie ended ... of course, it had to, but it felt like the book was closed on the rock-and-roll scene. I couldn't reconcile that feeling for a while, but then I realized the trouble was the film captured the feel of the actual shows and events. Those events ... those rock-and-roll shows are meant to be experienced just once at the time that they happen. The vibrancy of the show is only at the show ... it's not meant to be recalled at some point in the future because it will be tainted by the retelling.
One last thing: Johnny Mac caught a glimpse of me at Aimee and Joey's house party (and what was their new roommate's name ... Tom, I guess.) As I was listening to the music on the video, I found that I was bobbing my head exactly the same as I was that night on video. I guess I'm just another predictable monkey.
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