The Ephemeral Cupcake
Hello everyone,
As many of you might know, we are on a break from touring right now until our European tour this October/November. I will not be Blogging as much during this time but rest assured, I will be diarying my heart out when we start up again!
While I’m at it today though, here are some reflections on the last few days of our North American summer tour, and my break so far.
Oops, we did it again:
Sarah and I continued our subliminal twin-dressing streak right up until the last show, when we both appeared for our pre-show circle in diagonal hemlines over jeans and shiny silver drop earrings. I swear it’s an accident. I always take our natural similarities into account when getting ready. Maybe I should have bought that red bob wig in New Orleans... *
My husband David flew into Calgary to finish up the tour with me and take me home. After the exciting last show in Vancouver, a private party was held at a club. There was an “afterglow” ice sculpture * in the entrance that held cocktail glasses. At the bar you could order special drinks named after some of us. My drink of choice was the “Tropical Jones”, rumoured to have been invented by keyboard player Vince Jones. After a few of those I gave the Go-Go dancers a run for their money, but not half as much as our yoga/fitness teacher Sharon (who dances like a "Maniac", and Sarah herself, who was soaked through from dancing when we said goodbye.
There was a tower of cupcakes on a 3-tiered platter. I said to my husband, "there are a lot of cupcakes here", to which he replied, "there sure are." It wasn't until breakfast the next morning re-living the night before that we found out he thought I had been referring to the array of cute girls at the party, and that I had been talking about actual cupcakes. Furthermore, the cupcake that Hugo dove our way with had the words, "I Will Remember You" written on it it in curly frosting.* David and I decided that that was an ironic promise for either sort of cupcake.
Then we flew home. Can I just say: what will it take to get baggage handlers NOT to hurl your guitar with "Fragile" stickers on the loading belt? And then other luggage on top? And is it a cruel joke to trap you on the plane and delay the flight so you can watch in horror from the window?
I must have sent out some psychic vibes: as soon as I got home the phone started ringing for me to do some recording sessions with a few of my old employers. I found this so amazing that I said yes to everything, scaring my husband who had rather hoped I would take a vacation. Two TV jingles and a film soundtrack later, we did just that, going to my friend Vid's cottage for a weekend. When we first arrived, it was so quiet it hurt my ears. It was a little bit cold but I forced myself to jump in the lake anyway. Twice.
The night before we left, we went to a screening of my friend Christopher Warre Smets' ** debut feature film, "The Overlookers". He placed 2 of my songs in the film. I thought he used them well and I liked the film. It was screened outdoors under the stars, which was very nice.
Also immediately upon my return, I had a meeting with my manager and graphic artist for my new CD. We made final layout decisions and now it's in the home stretch. It was so nice to discuss the artwork in the same room as the artist (Dennis Vidaic). I could point and say things like, "see this part here?" Until now I have been communicating with him primarily via email from on tour. Considering this I think we've managed well, but this last meeting was so much more satisfying.
You might recall that the house we are currently renting has just been sold, and that luckily for us the new owners asked the bottom tenants to move out and us to stay. At the very end of the CD artwork meeting, Dennis asked me where I live. When I told him, he said, "oh really? Some friends of mine just bought a house on that street." A few landmarks later it quickly became clear that his friends are my new landlords. Any ill feelings he may have had from my final layout changes were blown away by this bizarre turn of events. I think we really bonded right then.
We finally made the leap from dialup to high-speed internet here at home just today. (It's a long story). Suffice it to say it's positively dreamy to be writing this entry from the living room couch beside my husband while he plays "Fable" on X-Box. As opposed to sitting upstairs in our disastrous third floor attic office/guestroom. Don't ask. All of both of our unsightly crap is up there. The rest of the house is looking good. With any luck and a little aggravation we will gut that room and start over on it while I'm still here.
Some very close friends of mine are expecting their first baby any second. Another reason I am very glad to be at home right now.
That's all folks. I'm on vacation!
(Except for when I go sing a song at my friend Tory Cassis' (http://torycassis.com/) annual Tom Waits night on Sept. 27. Luke Doucet will be doing a song also. It's always a packed club, an amazing night of performers and a great way to see my peers all at once after all these months away!)
xo KR
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* Photos either up or about to be in my website gallery.
** Chris lives in New York and appears in previous corresponding Blog entries.
As many of you might know, we are on a break from touring right now until our European tour this October/November. I will not be Blogging as much during this time but rest assured, I will be diarying my heart out when we start up again!
While I’m at it today though, here are some reflections on the last few days of our North American summer tour, and my break so far.
Oops, we did it again:
Sarah and I continued our subliminal twin-dressing streak right up until the last show, when we both appeared for our pre-show circle in diagonal hemlines over jeans and shiny silver drop earrings. I swear it’s an accident. I always take our natural similarities into account when getting ready. Maybe I should have bought that red bob wig in New Orleans... *
My husband David flew into Calgary to finish up the tour with me and take me home. After the exciting last show in Vancouver, a private party was held at a club. There was an “afterglow” ice sculpture * in the entrance that held cocktail glasses. At the bar you could order special drinks named after some of us. My drink of choice was the “Tropical Jones”, rumoured to have been invented by keyboard player Vince Jones. After a few of those I gave the Go-Go dancers a run for their money, but not half as much as our yoga/fitness teacher Sharon (who dances like a "Maniac", and Sarah herself, who was soaked through from dancing when we said goodbye.
There was a tower of cupcakes on a 3-tiered platter. I said to my husband, "there are a lot of cupcakes here", to which he replied, "there sure are." It wasn't until breakfast the next morning re-living the night before that we found out he thought I had been referring to the array of cute girls at the party, and that I had been talking about actual cupcakes. Furthermore, the cupcake that Hugo dove our way with had the words, "I Will Remember You" written on it it in curly frosting.* David and I decided that that was an ironic promise for either sort of cupcake.
Then we flew home. Can I just say: what will it take to get baggage handlers NOT to hurl your guitar with "Fragile" stickers on the loading belt? And then other luggage on top? And is it a cruel joke to trap you on the plane and delay the flight so you can watch in horror from the window?
I must have sent out some psychic vibes: as soon as I got home the phone started ringing for me to do some recording sessions with a few of my old employers. I found this so amazing that I said yes to everything, scaring my husband who had rather hoped I would take a vacation. Two TV jingles and a film soundtrack later, we did just that, going to my friend Vid's cottage for a weekend. When we first arrived, it was so quiet it hurt my ears. It was a little bit cold but I forced myself to jump in the lake anyway. Twice.
The night before we left, we went to a screening of my friend Christopher Warre Smets' ** debut feature film, "The Overlookers". He placed 2 of my songs in the film. I thought he used them well and I liked the film. It was screened outdoors under the stars, which was very nice.
Also immediately upon my return, I had a meeting with my manager and graphic artist for my new CD. We made final layout decisions and now it's in the home stretch. It was so nice to discuss the artwork in the same room as the artist (Dennis Vidaic). I could point and say things like, "see this part here?" Until now I have been communicating with him primarily via email from on tour. Considering this I think we've managed well, but this last meeting was so much more satisfying.
You might recall that the house we are currently renting has just been sold, and that luckily for us the new owners asked the bottom tenants to move out and us to stay. At the very end of the CD artwork meeting, Dennis asked me where I live. When I told him, he said, "oh really? Some friends of mine just bought a house on that street." A few landmarks later it quickly became clear that his friends are my new landlords. Any ill feelings he may have had from my final layout changes were blown away by this bizarre turn of events. I think we really bonded right then.
We finally made the leap from dialup to high-speed internet here at home just today. (It's a long story). Suffice it to say it's positively dreamy to be writing this entry from the living room couch beside my husband while he plays "Fable" on X-Box. As opposed to sitting upstairs in our disastrous third floor attic office/guestroom. Don't ask. All of both of our unsightly crap is up there. The rest of the house is looking good. With any luck and a little aggravation we will gut that room and start over on it while I'm still here.
Some very close friends of mine are expecting their first baby any second. Another reason I am very glad to be at home right now.
That's all folks. I'm on vacation!
(Except for when I go sing a song at my friend Tory Cassis' (http://torycassis.com/) annual Tom Waits night on Sept. 27. Luke Doucet will be doing a song also. It's always a packed club, an amazing night of performers and a great way to see my peers all at once after all these months away!)
xo KR
__________
* Photos either up or about to be in my website gallery.
** Chris lives in New York and appears in previous corresponding Blog entries.
posted by Kathryn Rose (aka KR) at 1:34 a.m.
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