New show booked for the 30th of August - it's a pass-the-hat situation at the Princeton Pub on Victoria and Powell. Expect the unexpected and I suspect you'll enjoy yourselves!
Cath and I have been watching (well, for the most part, re-watching) the 90s cult sci-fi Jerry O'Connell vehicle Sliders. We started it on our honeymoon, and most of it is set in San Francisco, so it's really been a way to extend the romance of those two weeks. At least, I seem to have convinced my wife of that fact, because she's just as into it as I am. Conceptually speaking, I remember the show from childhood, and I watched a bit of the first season in reruns during the last year of university, but most of the plots and characterization are new to me. It's actually remarkable how differently you perceive a show as a child: from major details (an adolescent Me remembered Professor Arturo as the villain of the series) to minor ones (I have no memory of any of the characters - ever - referring to Rembrandt Brown as "The Crying Man," despite their insistence on doing so at least twice an episode). It's also a lesson in adult versus childhood expectations from a TV show. The first two seasons boasted low production values, a 90s guitar-driven opening credits series, and thoughtful explorations of alternate history. The third season, which we're halfway through, has marked a pointed turn: the production values appear to have improved considerably, with major changes in lighting and editing, but it seems to have come at the expense of plotlines. It's almost as if the studio re-structured the entire budget of the series, but rather than trying to work with what was already there, siphoned the money out of the only thing that had made the series successful (the writing) so that they could blow more things up (and make a CGI dragon).
But it's fun. I can say decisively that I like Sliders. I'm not sure why I'm blogging about this here; I felt compelled. I just thought you all should know.
Before I sign out (see you at the shows next week - Tuesday at The Cellar and Thursday at The Princeton), I'm just going to leave this here:
CFord, back in the house!! And that house got a little more crowded...
I'm married now. It rocks. So hard. Harder than Zep.
We had an awesome honeymoon, ate a lot of Mexican food, beached, pooled, drove, slept in, and ate a lot of Mexican food. We also fed some Galapagos tortoises at the San Diego Zoo. Not Mexican food. Kale. We probably should've had some kale ourselves, but there was just so much Mexican food to be had. Chips, salsa, burritos, you name it!
In serious business, I've got another show lined up for August, so check that out on the tour page. I've also got pictures back from the shoot we did in June with Katrina Gurr. THEY ARE SO RAD. I will put them up tonight and you will see. THEY ARE REALLY RAD.
I have a few new duties as a husband that I should've seen coming - we have some new furniture to build, some old pictures to put on new walls, and some things to hang from the ceiling. Apparently this is a man's job. I went to the hardware section of Walmart in search of flathead screws and felt strangely self-actualized.
I am a man. And a husband, now. And of course, to all of you I remain a devoted art-provider, and I have even more exciting things in the works. Until then, keep tuned and stay posted.
Or something like that. CFORD OUT!