Tales of a Yankee Hobbit

On the life and mind of a traveler in Divaland. Think Samuel Pepys plus Anaïs Nin plus mid-life. Or not.

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I am a singer of the soprano variety who thinks. A lot. I also read and rant. Single and aunt-y. Why Yankee Hobbit? Because I'm from Buffalo, NY and my Mom once called me her little Hobbit because of all of my adventures.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Addendum

So, I fell asleep on the couch during the news tonight. Happens rather a lot. If I am supine and the TV is on, out I go. It's a sad thing. The point? I woke up during Letterman, who I like enough to stay awake for, assuming I have not gone horizontal. Woke up in the middle of Letterman, around the time of the musical guest, who tonight was FatBoy Slim. I've heard of him, courtesy of People, Star and other scholarly reading, but had no interest in his oeuvre. Didn't even know his professing genre.

He's a rapper, I guess. But it was very eclectic! Surprisingly and refreshingly so. He actually sang his rhymes all the way through, with a clever keyboard riff (courtesy of Paul whatshisname from Letterman and the band), a DJ, 5-member back-up vocals and a juggler. You read correctly, a juggler.

This being a rap-ish presentation, the juggler remained in my visual background. Besides, I was too busy being mesmerized by the gospel-ish back-up singers. But about a quarter of the way through, I started paying attention: the juggler, Chris Bliss, was juggling 4 balls in perfect synchronization with the singing and (during breaks) the music. Oh. My. Goodness. I was amazed and astounded.

I may just have to check them both out.

And the background light wash? Red.

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