Last night was the second Tuesday of the month and that means John Platt’s On Your Radar. John’s guests were The Bright Siders, Shanna in a Dress, and Izzy Heltai. A month ago, the only ones I knew were The Bright Siders, I’ve known Kristin Andreassen forever, Critter through Kristin, and Kari for close to 10 years. I met Shanna on New Year’s Eve; she did a Zoom show with Christine Lavin. We are both members of the friends of Christine Lavin club. Izzy was totally new to me. I’m now friends with everybody. This was the best post-show afterparty. It was like going out to eat after a show. We discovered all sorts of connections between each other. Izzy recognized who made the shirt that Kristin wore in the publicity stills. How does that happen? None of the musicians knew each other and by the end they were making plans.
When the show is on I’m bouncing between backstage on StreamYard, Facebook, and Youtube. I end up spending a lot of time sharing the show as both myself and as On Your Radar. I try and encourage chat. I police the chats but missed one two violators. One Rob caught, and one must have been taken care of by YouTube. I got an email about a comment, but it wasn’t there when I looked. I am going to have to go back and watch the show again as I spend so much of my concentration on working the show I don’t get to pay attention all the time and there was much to pay attention to. I loved what I heard and so did the audience. Everybody is invited to play the Budgiedome.
I did something smart in terms of eating. I grabbed a peanut butter sandwich right before the show and that kept me going until I could cook when I finally got off the StreamYard at 9:30 or so. That mean I wasn’t starving during the afterparty. That reminds you that I owe you an idiot story. I gave the set up yesterday but didn’t get to the idiot part. After my doctor’s appointment I couldn’t find my reading glasses which I knew I had in the examination room. Without them I couldn’t read messages on my phone including one from the cab that was coming to pick me up. I have many pairs of reading glasses, the ones I lost are the ones that I keep in my bag. When I got home, I took the pair that I keep with my keys to grab when I go out and put them in my bag. A little while later I was on my computer wearing the pair that I keep on the table next to the chair that I usually sit in and as I often do when reading put my hand on my checks near my neck. I felt something under my hand. It was the missing glasses! I had stuck them into the neck of my t-shirt. I did that without thinking. I had checked all my pockets but not there. Then the law of conservation of annoyance reared its ugly head. This morning the pair that I keep by my chair, which has been doubling as the pair I keep by my bed as I lost a pair last week, fell out of my pocket and broke. Next time I go to Aldi I’ll stop at the dollar store across the street and this time buy two pairs. The pair that I broke and the pair that I lost are my two favorite pairs. That’s not a coincidence as those are the ones I wear the most often. Maybe the first pair I lost will show up. I’m wondering now if they are in my laundry bag as perhaps I stuck them in the neck of my shirt and tossed them in the bag along with the glasses. Sort of throwing the baby out with the bath water.
OK, Gord’s Gold is about to come on and I don’t want to miss it. You should listen to. It’s on Folk Music Notebook. Too late for you to catch it. Listen at 6PM or Midnight EST.
Wise Madness 