20 Nov 97 
 
I hate cutesy-ness.  Especially since I don't the chance to be so here. 
 
Last night I went to a totally awesome show (and missed crew practice this  
morning as a result.  oops.  I'm kind of tuned into that 6-hr sleep  
thing.)  After a year of wistfully looking at the board at the Bottom  
Line, passing it every day on my way across the street to the math  
building, I bought a ticket to a show -- the late show for Rockapella.   
 
If you like to watch PBS kids' shows (which I did in high school and 
college), Rockapella was the musical accompaniment to "Where in the World 
is Carmen Sandiego?".  They are very, very good at what they do: a capella 
signing.  Barry, the bass, has an unbelievably low voice (and he sang "16 
tons", which would've made my dad smile); Jeff, the "percussionist", had 
guitar pickups taped to his throat and has a kick-ass web site (at aol, 
but we can't all be perfect -- his login is CrazyLips, I believe).  I 
won't describe the other band members right now; I think they're all 
rather cute and have a great style. 
 
=sigh= 
 
I love live music. I love live, unamplified music. 
 
How I miss you, Ninth Street Bakery (wah!) 
 
I think I shall kill all who watch what I'm typing. 
It's amazing what people think is eavesdropping nowadays.  You have to  
have sharp eyes (razor-sharp vision! slice!) and sharp ears nowadays to  
catch the good stuff. 
 
I have an 80s CD waiting for me.  I wonder what it contains.  I think it  
is retaliation for a wacky musical choice.  We shall see.