band nerds and orchestra geeks

went to see anti-social music last night, a sort of orchestra of talented musicos playing fuzzboxed, be-pedalled, scored ensemble works, all the while wearing converse and jeans. yes, visions of nigel kennedy dance in your head, but this is more like the pit orchestra turned stage, complete with half-drunk cellist commenting 'ohh, it's soooo quiet' between movements.' as friend maria, pianist to said ensemble, said 'daphne, they have your sense of humor,' which is to say, smartass orchestra geek humor. a very specific brand. anyway, the highlight was a scored work by dalek, which was mostly like a rumbling, than trembling shimmer of orchestra noise, like a moment out of penderecki, with visions of a beat in the bassoon. I know it was a challenge to score, and I think it went well.

Brahahah, Xmas party on Ave. D. Holy gentrification, batman! I was in the nicest elevator apartment, where my lovely hostess made cookies and mulled cider. Curiously, no music to be played, tho it was a new-to-town music critic extravaganza. Then, then, then, I heard the Charlie Brown x-mas CD, pure Outkast syntethesia, and I was okay again. Some roommate (to clarify, not the lovely hostess) forced us to watch the trailer for the new Wes Anderson film and kept saying, "wait, the best part is coming up," which belies that for some segments of the culture, the concept of 'the trailer' has superceded the film itself. What would Barthes do?

I am getting offline RIGHT NOW so I can get ready for the Move Against AIDS danceathon. Kerri just called and asked if I was in the right mental place for such a thing, I mean, Lil' Kim is hosting, and I couldn't exactly say yes. But, I have faith that I shall become excited even as I drive towards the subway (oh alas, my bushwick existence).