July 11th, 2007

was sleeping

open mic thoughts, wedding

Yesterday I went to the open mic at Harvard Square's Club Passim for the first time since 2003, I think. When finding my 42nd LJ entry, I reread a lot of my very oldest posts, and was reminded that I used to go to Club Passim's every week with a clipboard and water bottle, carefully taking notes on just how well I liked everyone and tallying up all of the best songs. I remember calculating that there were generally about 4 songs per evening that I thought were worth paying for, which was pretty good given that you can get in for free if you're a paid member.

Yesterday, though, my perspective was a little different. After going to karaoke dozens of times, and having paid large amounts of money to hear musicians and bands that I'd heard only one or two songs of (sometimes less), I figure that the enjoyment you get out of an open mic has very little to do with the ratio of people who've clearly practiced very hard to people who clearly haven't. When you go to karaoke, you don't hope to hear ecstacy-inducingly beautiful music; you're there to just enjoy music with your friends, even if there's not a single song in the whole couple of hours that you'd want a recording of.

I think an open mic is about the same-- you're there for the atmosphere at least as much as any of the music, and if there does happen to be someone with a particularly good voice or technical command of their instrument, so much the better. Yesterday, there was a guy playing classical sitar music and a few really nice-sounding duets, but I'm not even going to try to describe them here (and I don't even remember their names)-- and I would have enjoyed the time well enough even if it weren't for them.


I am the world's laziest LJ-er-- opal581 got married on Saturday, and all I posted when I got back was the cake recipe! Honestly, though, it was a really nice ceremony, with readings from Ruth and 1 Corinthians, with all 37 of us standing in a little clump by them under some trees in a cemetary. opal581 wore a very full light blue linen dress, absolutely form-fitting in the middle, with matching hat, that made her look like a woman from a 16th-century Dutch painting, and Dweezle (her new husband) wore I believe a 15th-century German outfit, complete with hosen, leggings, leather shoes, layers and layers of shirts, and an equally oversized hat.

Of course, I realized very shortly that I should have been in more contact with the caterer; I'd made decorations to denote slices that would have been reasonably sized had there been about half as much food available on the smorgasboard and no supplemental deserts. As is, everyone was requesting half-slices (since there was really no other way to do smaller slices)-- I don't know anyone who would have been able to hold a whole 1/12th cake slice of something that rich after so much other food. Much worse, though, was that the caterer somehow assumed that I'd bring forks, and I'd somehow assumed that she'd bring forks, and as is by the time the cake was served there were only about 6 forks left. People were sharing forks (I used the fork that my aunt used) or eating the cake with their fingers-- and need I remind you that this was an exceptionally soft, moist, crumbly hazelnut cake torted with real chocolate buttercream and topped with ganache which was perfectly gooey and flavorful by then.