Two things I forgot to blog about yesterday: the emergency at Mass and Grandpa Glitter. The emergency at Mass was when the woman next to me started making a strange noise and slipping off her seat, and the man on the other side of her caught her and snapped at me, "Go get someone!" So I got the usher, and meanwhile some women had surrounded the sick woman (who wasn't young), and I asked, "Should I call 911?" They all said yes, so I did, but I had to hand the phone to the usher because I didn't know the address, and then I had to hand it to one of the women tending the sick woman because they were asking questions about her condition that I couldn't answer. That made me feel useless in an emergency, and also totally self-centered, since all I could think about was whether I'd get to receive communion and whether I'd ever get my phone back. (Yes, and yes.) The woman was conscious and talking when the paramedics arrived, so I think she'll be okay, but I may never know.
"Grandpa Glitter" was Travalon's name for an old guy who came to dance at all the events at the East Side Club, including the late, lamented rock jams. He wore light-up shoes and a light-up, glittery hat, and Travalon said he was a real role model, showing you can have fun in your golden years instead of sitting around being a grump. His real nickname was Fast Eddie, and he was renowned for dancing all over town, but especially at the East Side Club, so when he died earlier this year, they announced that today they would be dedicating their stage to him. Travalon went to the Empty Vees concert while I was at drumming (but he left before the stage dedication), and they were handing out cheap plastic glittery derbies like Fast Eddie wore (but I don't know who could wear these because they were too small for me and I have the smallest head of anyone I know) and fans with his face on them, so Travalon collected two of each - one for himself, and one for me. We never spoke to Grandpa Glitter, but we admired him from a distance for years.
Today I worked from home and was very busy, but I did get a chance to put up the hummingbird feeder, and they immediately discovered it. They had been flying around, looking in the window at me, for over a week. The one fun thing is that the red panda we are tracking made an angel with his wanderings.
Or maybe it's a butterfly. It reminds me of when pilots purposely take flight paths that draw a part of the male anatomy, if you catch my drift, only way more innocent and fun.
In the evening I went to Moldy Jam, and there were a dozen of us. The owner wasn't there, but the new assistant was, and she played guitar and stand-up bass. I called "Green Willis" just because someone said it went well with the tune before, and I called "Pig Ankle Rag" because I always do. Who doesn't love that jaunty tune? I would have called "Drowsy Maggie," but they didn't get back to me a third time. Someone called "Mairi's Wedding" in D, but then there was some discussion if it was in A, so we did a few rounds in D and then a few rounds in A. I noticed that I played a C natural in D and a G natural in A, which made me think the tune is actually in Mixolydian, but when I mentioned this to the feisty mandolin player next to me, she said, "There's no C in the tune!" She showed me her music, and sure enough, there was no C... but I definitely played one! So just now I googled it, and it said "Mairi's Wedding" is usually played in D or G (so where did A come from?) and made no mention of it being modal. Weird...
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