"... and all the children are above average."
Went to see A Prairie Home Companion
at Town Hall on W. 43rd Street last motzei Shabbos.
Pretty good show. Pretty Christmas-y
show, all things told, including audience sing-alongs which Sarah and I, well, didn't sing along with. It was definitely a thrill to see Garrison Keillor
in person, and to see a live radio show being broadcast to millions of people. Especially impressive (and funny) was the sound-FX guy (pictured above, to the far left)... but then, I've always been a pushover for sound-FX guys, and though it seems an odd occupation to have, I definitely aspire to that level of creativity/ingenuity/eccentricity in my life's work, whatever that may turn out to be.
Check out the broadcast here
. Hear that histrionic-sounding guffaw
echoing from the audience as Garrison and The Wailin' Jennys
start in on their rendition of Sting's "Fields of Gold?" Guess who that is?
It turned out that, much to the audience's confoundment, they were not performing it as a joke
, and they actually did a halfway-respectable job turning it around into a halfway-decent meditation... however, the washed-up, balding, Tantric-sex-having, adult-contemporary fucker
who wrote it will still never escape my eternal wrath for having written it in the first place. 'Nuff said.
Hope Garrison's predictions about the transit strike
come true -- I'd love a couple of extra days at home!