So two weeks ago I flew to Cincinnati, on a red-eye. M—–l graciously met me at the airport at 6:30 on a Sunday morning, and we went out for breakfast.
That Sunday night I got to experience fireflies again for the first time in a couple of years. (They don’t live in Seattle.)
Then on Monday we drove to Louisville for the already well-reported concert (as relayed by M—-l here and here, and by Scott here, and here are Lord Mariser’s photos) and meet-up with Crankypants, Mariser, Lord Kalvan, and Scott, at the first show of Cranky’s thematic road trip.
I should point out that I did not partake in this experience as a fan of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds; I came along to meet up with the ex-Voxers and see Louisville (which for some reason I thought I might like). However, my first Nick Cave concert experience was very positive. It was also great to meet Mariser and Lord K, and see Cranky and Scott again!
The concert was at the Louisville Palace.
It’s very ornate inside.
Sailor Babo thought so, too.
I liked Nick Cave’s dance moves and as well as the moves of the Bad Seeds crazy fiddler/flautist (whose name I later learned is Warren Ellis).
(Lord Mariser’s photos are so much better than mine.)
After the show, Mariser, Lord Kalvan, and Cranky drove us back to our hotel, the 21c. It contains a contemporary art museum, and we explored the various art things. My favorite art thing was the interactive video installation thingee at the elevators.
But that was trumped by the quiet appearance of Mr. Cave, followed by a couple of Bad Seeds, apparently headed to their rooms for the night. Mr. Cave himself went into the hotel bar/restaurant, emerging shortly thereafter carrying a drink and a cigarette which he took outside the hotel.
M—-l and I said goodnight and headed upstairs, and missed out on this.
Our room had a view of art.
It also had special safety instructions that apparently no one bothered to proofread, but I guess that wouldn’t matter in the event of actual zombies.
The next day we dined in the hotel bar/restaurant, where earlier our waiter had met Mr. Cave and Mr. Ellis, and reported that Mr.
Then we briefly ventured into Old Louisville, and then record-shopped a little in the eastern part of the city before heading back to Cincinnati. Other than the Palace and the excellent hotel, I was disappointed by what we saw of Louisville, but then I would probably be disappointed by anywhere with the heat and humidity of that day.
On Wednesday I splurged on a new toy, an iPad (mini), discovered apps for drawing and painting, and began to produce digital diarrhea (electronic fingerpainting, that is). You can see some of that over here.
the view from a room 