From: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org (good-noise-digest) To: good-noise-digest@smoe.org Subject: good-noise-digest V5 #40 Reply-To: good-noise@smoe.org Sender: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk good-noise-digest Saturday, April 6 2002 Volume 05 : Number 040 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Fw: BOUNCED Message ["Chris" ] Re: "It's genetic . . ." ["Roberta Piper" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2002 06:33:46 -0500 From: "Chris" Subject: Fw: BOUNCED Message > From: "cycle12345" > To: > Subject: "It's genetic . . ." > Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2002 04:37:42 -0500 > MIME-Version: 1.0 > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4133.2400 > X-OriginalArrivalTime: 05 Apr 2002 09:37:21.0813 (UTC) > FILETIME=[7C5A2C50:01C1DC85] > > I explained with a grin to my older brother after he had professed to liking > John Gorka better than any of the other folk singers to whom I had > introduced him in the past few months. Late last night we had just returned > to my car in the parking lot of his office in northern Virginia after seeing > John and Alice Peacock at the Birchmere in Alexandria, and both of those > artists were superb at that large, impressive venue. > > As usual, John was funny and insightful and obviously intelligent and witty > as he engaged us once again with his various on-stage antics, stories, and > crazy body language while continuing to refer to Alice as "that rising young > star" for whom - in a year or so - he could tell everyone that he "used to > close shows". John asked for psychic requests, received several, and played > most of them, or so he said . . . and Alice reminded him to tell several new > stories, which he did. For example, John's two-year-old daughter recently > announced that she had just discovered the universe, and John replied that > he didn't know it had been lost. He also likes to refer to cutting the > grass with a riding mower as "using his tractor to get up hay", or something > like that. > > And no wonder my big brother was so impressed! In order, John's exhaustive, > extensive set list included: Like My Watch, I'm From New Jersey, Stranger > With Your Hair, What Was That, Down in the Milltown, People My Age - Break - > Silence, Flying Red Horse, Where the Bottles Break, Mean Streak, Let Them > In, When He Cries, Oh Abraham, Houses in the Fields, Can't Make Up My Mind, > Love is Our Cross to Bear, Blue Chalk, A Saint's Complaint, Good Noise - > Encore - Semper Fi. > > Alice harmonized expertly with John, the acoustics were sensational, the > food and drink were excellent, the service was respectful, quiet and > efficient, the restrooms were very clean, there's plenty of parking adjacent > to the club, and getting into and out of the general area was no major > problem - an unexpectedly pleasant surprise in the typically congested, > grid-locked, road-rage-inventing northern Virginia/Washington D.C. area > these days. > > As John autographed his latest CD, "The Company You Keep" which I had bought > for my brother, I reminded Mr. Gorka of our conversation during the > "Illusion of Control" weekend at Paula/Bryn's place outside Chicago back in > mid-January (so far this year, he had missed no show dates), and John > remembered it with a hearty laugh. > > Yes, it was well worth yet another eight-hour round trip up and over > Interstates 81 and 66 and back just to see and hear John do it again, and to > watch my big brother get it . . . > > It's genetic. > > Steve ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2002 09:33:46 -0500 From: "Roberta Piper" Subject: Re: "It's genetic . . ." Thanks for a great review, Steve. I'm so glad your brother "got it". Now if only my sister would . . . Robbie - ----- Original Message ----- From: "cycle12345" To: Sent: Friday, April 05, 2002 4:37 AM Subject: "It's genetic . . ." > I explained with a grin to my older brother after he had professed to liking > John Gorka better than any of the other folk singers to whom I had > introduced him in the past few months. Late last night we had just returned > to my car in the parking lot of his office in northern Virginia after seeing > John and Alice Peacock at the Birchmere in Alexandria, and both of those > artists were superb at that large, impressive venue. > > As usual, John was funny and insightful and obviously intelligent and witty > as he engaged us once again with his various on-stage antics, stories, and > crazy body language while continuing to refer to Alice as "that rising young > star" for whom - in a year or so - he could tell everyone that he "used to > close shows". John asked for psychic requests, received several, and played > most of them, or so he said . . . and Alice reminded him to tell several new > stories, which he did. For example, John's two-year-old daughter recently > announced that she had just discovered the universe, and John replied that > he didn't know it had been lost. He also likes to refer to cutting the > grass with a riding mower as "using his tractor to get up hay", or something > like that. > > And no wonder my big brother was so impressed! In order, John's exhaustive, > extensive set list included: Like My Watch, I'm From New Jersey, Stranger > With Your Hair, What Was That, Down in the Milltown, People My Age - Break - > Silence, Flying Red Horse, Where the Bottles Break, Mean Streak, Let Them > In, When He Cries, Oh Abraham, Houses in the Fields, Can't Make Up My Mind, > Love is Our Cross to Bear, Blue Chalk, A Saint's Complaint, Good Noise - > Encore - Semper Fi. > > Alice harmonized expertly with John, the acoustics were sensational, the > food and drink were excellent, the service was respectful, quiet and > efficient, the restrooms were very clean, there's plenty of parking adjacent > to the club, and getting into and out of the general area was no major > problem - an unexpectedly pleasant surprise in the typically congested, > grid-locked, road-rage-inventing northern Virginia/Washington D.C. area > these days. > > As John autographed his latest CD, "The Company You Keep" which I had bought > for my brother, I reminded Mr. Gorka of our conversation during the > "Illusion of Control" weekend at Paula/Bryn's place outside Chicago back in > mid-January (so far this year, he had missed no show dates), and John > remembered it with a hearty laugh. > > Yes, it was well worth yet another eight-hour round trip up and over > Interstates 81 and 66 and back just to see and hear John do it again, and to > watch my big brother get it . . . > > It's genetic. > > Steve ------------------------------ End of good-noise-digest V5 #40 *******************************