From: owner-lucy-list-digest@smoe.org (lucy-list-digest) To: lucy-list-digest@smoe.org Subject: lucy-list-digest V5 #52 Reply-To: lucy-list@smoe.org Sender: owner-lucy-list-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-lucy-list-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk lucy-list-digest Saturday, March 8 2003 Volume 05 : Number 052 In this issue: [lucy-list] "Why, Why Not?" and two new trios [lucy-list] fresno Re: [lucy-list] "Why, Why Not?" and two new trios [lucy-list] the whole hairy tale Re: [lucy-list] the whole hairy tale ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 12:55:24 -0600 From: "Timothy Bruce" Subject: [lucy-list] "Why, Why Not?" and two new trios Sort of off-Lucy topic here but I'd just like to post that the double bill of Richard Shindell / Tracy Grammer last night was phemomenal and greatly exceeded my expectations. Both Tracy's and Richard's sets made use of the very capable Byran Isaacs on bass (from Brooklyn) and, as they both appeared in each others' sets, we got to see glimpses of both the Tracy Grammer trio and the Richard Shindell trio. Highlights of the former were a gorgeous rendering of "The Mountain" (or was it "Gentle Arms of Eden"?) with Richard on guitar and Tracy on Mandolin that ended with the three singing harmonies acapella! Highlights of the latter were some lovely newly written songs and a show-stopping trio version of "Transit" (AKA Somewhere Near Patterson") with Tracy on violin. Richard ended the show by encoring with "St. Delores" (a Dave Carter song), with Tracy and Byran which was (surprisingly) an audience request. Thanks, list, for indulging me that. Lucy content? I think that, after the experience of this mini-tour, that Tracy could very well show up on stage with Lucy for Richard's set at Falcon Ridge. Of course, my not-so-secret desire for FRFF is that RS, LK, and DW get a set all their own for a reunion under some bogus name like "Why, Why Not?" Say, that's catchy! ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 14:42:44 EST From: Pfleary@aol.com Subject: [lucy-list] fresno My sister's ex is a musician and is from Ghana in West Africa. He used to be in a Bay Area world beat band known as Zulu Spear. They had a recurring gig in Fresno. The first time they went out there my sister and I were shocked and more than a little worried about how they would be received. Turns out they had a huge following and went back numerous times to play. There is a state university there and as a result there is a fairly diverse music scene. Who'da thunk it? Anyway, I hope Lucy was greeted with the same enthusiasm and open arms that Zulu Spear was. Peter We're going to change this party, and then we're going to change this country, and we're going to take back the White House, and we're going to balance the budget, and we're going to have healthcare for everybody, and we're going to have an America with its best institutions - right up to the Capitol - that looks, once again, like America. - ---Howard Dean www.deanforamerica.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 12:04:41 -0800 (PST) From: simona loberant Subject: Re: [lucy-list] "Why, Why Not?" and two new trios I get to see ricahrd and tracy next week. Its a lovely birthday present for me. Any pittsburgh lucy listers who will be there? any lucy listers coming to pittsburgh just for that? ~Simona - --- Timothy Bruce wrote: > Sort of off-Lucy topic here but I'd just like to > post that the double bill > of Richard Shindell / Tracy Grammer last night was > phemomenal and greatly > exceeded my expectations. Both Tracy's and > Richard's sets made use of the > very capable Byran Isaacs on bass (from Brooklyn) > and, as they both appeared > in each others' sets, we got to see glimpses of both > the Tracy Grammer trio > and the Richard Shindell trio. Highlights of the > former were a gorgeous > rendering of "The Mountain" (or was it "Gentle Arms > of Eden"?) with Richard > on guitar and Tracy on Mandolin that ended with the > three singing harmonies > acapella! Highlights of the latter were some lovely > newly written songs and > a show-stopping trio version of "Transit" (AKA > Somewhere Near Patterson") > with Tracy on violin. Richard ended the show by > encoring with "St. Delores" > (a Dave Carter song), with Tracy and Byran which was > (surprisingly) an > audience request. > > Thanks, list, for indulging me that. Lucy content? > I think that, after the > experience of this mini-tour, that Tracy could very > well show up on stage > with Lucy for Richard's set at Falcon Ridge. Of > course, my not-so-secret > desire for FRFF is that RS, LK, and DW get a set all > their own for a reunion > under some bogus name like "Why, Why Not?" > > Say, that's catchy! ===== Simona L. Loberant "Every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power." **Leonardo da Vinci Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 16:18:44 -0500 (EST) From: Benay Bubar Subject: [lucy-list] the whole hairy tale So, since you all must be curious...well, MANY of you must be curious...well, a COUPLE of you might be curious...here goes: Cast of characters: 1. Yours truly 2. The TV editor from my magazine, a kind man with an air of perpetual mild bewilderment (for which I do not blame him, as I too would be bewildered to find myself the only male editor at a women's magazine, responsible for coordinating the filming of stories on topics such as hair highlighting) 3. The producer, a woman who, even if she was not actively chewing gum languidly in a loud and cracking fashion, looked as if she would like to do so 4. The burly cameraman, who was exactly what you would picture upon hearing the words "burly cameraman" 5. Two young guys who sat flanking the producer, slouching and smirking respectively. I tried to figure out their functions and had no success until I decided those WERE their functions and began to think of them collectively as Slouch 'n Smirk ("Hey, are you going out to film something? Take Slouch 'n Smirk with you...otherwise there might not be anybody around to do that stuff!" Time: Yesterday morning As we hung around waiting...I for some Official Instructions, they for heaven knows what...the crew bantered, their talk mostly centering around the fact that all the GOOD television people were in the Middle East now. From the sound of it, it seemed almost as if perhaps had the world been in better shape, Diane Sawyer and Charles Gibson themselves might have come to ogle my hair highlighting...but as it was I was going to have to content myself with this motley crew. So the Official Instructions, when they came, went something like this: "Here's the box. Sit here. Go to it." Whereupon I sat in front of a table with a mirror before me, donned my first pair of the supplied gloves and started pawing through the kit to find out which numbered bottle had to be poured into which other bottle to make the basic all-over color...all the while trying not to think about the fact that Burly Cameraman was right next to me. Finally I managed to get the appropriate materials mixed together such that I was ready to actually Put Stuff on My Head...at which point there ensued a discussion/argument between Producer and Burly Cameraman about whether I should be pouring the stuff into my gloves and THEN putting it on my head or just dumping it on my head directly. They decided on the latter, of course...added drama...so I gamely upended the bottle, with its "special applicator tip," directly above me...and managed to pour the stuff on my hair...and the chair...and my clothing...among other things. Since hair dye is actually a whitish translucent color when it first comes out of the bottle (who knew? not me...) this did not become too important until later. Hair duly "saturated," I had to wait 25 minutes. The TV editor solicitously asked if I would like to go back to my desk and do some work...frankly, as my head was oozing with chemicals, I thought not. He next offered me a newspaper, but this somehow did not seem like a time to kick back and relax. So I just waited...and at a certain point noticed that while I couldn't tell much difference in my hair, various parts of the chair, my clothing, and my FACE---wherever I'd spilled the stuff while dumping it on my head---were turning a nice rich dark brown. At that point they gave me a wet paper towel...and a robe. Then came the Rinsing Crisis. It wasn't as if I could pop into the shower...there WAS no shower...so the rinsing had to be done in one of the beauty sinks. First problem: they couldn't get any water to come out of the sinks. That was fixed in short order, but the fact remained that these were those sinks designed for someone ELSE to rinse your hair in...yet they couldn't film anybody else rinsing my hair, because theoretically I was supposed to be doing this MYSELF at HOME! Finally I stuck my head in the sink and did some purposeful flailing with the handheld attachment that sprayed SOME water toward my head in a way that I hoped would say, "Look, I'm rinsing all by myself!"...and then they took pity on me and brought in a woman from a salon who just happened to be hanging around for something else, and she helped me rinse. Finally, time for the actual highlights. On with new gloves...and then more mixing of various packages, to come out with a concoction that was supposed to be the consistency of cake frosting. Which worked fine...they just didn't mention that the stuff would have the ODOR of...well, what you might get if you mixed together all your noxious household cleaning products. So the trick was to paint this white goop artfully on various parts of my head while attempting not to be felled by the fumes. THEN another 15 minutes of waiting. THEN more rinsing (but no more flailing...it was mercifully decided that the first self-rinsing shot could stand in for ALL necessary rinsing shots). And finally, a conditioner...and another rinse. And me wielding a blow dryer, trying to keep my bangs from being blown upward as I realized that despite the earlier cleanup, my forehead still had enough dye on it to look rather strangely bruised. Then me turning toward the camera in what was probably supposed to be triumph but instead, I fear, bore a whole lot of resemblance to mere incredulous exhaustion. And then the film crew realized they'd forgotten to do a "before" shot...tough luck. Anyway...well...it's not too bad. The highlights are THERE but subtle; there's just some goldish-red amidst the dark brown that shows up when it catches the light. So I don't have to go into hiding until it grows out after all. I guess I'll admit that supposedly, if not pre-empted by war, the segment is set to air next Thursday morning (March 13th) from what I've been told. And if THIS little "movie" doesn't become a reality...well, as someone we know might say, at least I got a song out of it (not to mention a story), and at least it's "upbeat and not dark...well, maybe a LITTLE dark!" Benay ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 19:39:45 -0800 From: "Gina" Subject: Re: [lucy-list] the whole hairy tale Too funny, Benay! Glad you didn't end up looking like the bride of Frankenstein. You MUST tell us what network and remind us again before the event. Gina - ----- Original Message ----- From: "Benay Bubar" To: Sent: Friday, March 07, 2003 1:18 PM Subject: [lucy-list] the whole hairy tale > So, since you all must be curious...well, MANY of you must be > curious...well, a COUPLE of you might be curious...here goes: > > Cast of characters: > 1. Yours truly > 2. The TV editor from my magazine, a kind man with an air of perpetual mild bewilderment (for which I do not blame him, as I too would be bewildered to find myself the only male editor at a women's magazine, responsible for coordinating the filming of stories on topics such as hair highlighting) > 3. The producer, a woman who, even if she was not actively chewing gum languidly in a loud and cracking fashion, looked as if she would like to do so > 4. The burly cameraman, who was exactly what you would picture upon hearing the words "burly cameraman" > 5. Two young guys who sat flanking the producer, slouching and smirking respectively. I tried to figure out their functions and had no success until I decided those WERE their functions and began to think of them collectively as Slouch 'n Smirk ("Hey, are you going out to film something? Take Slouch 'n Smirk with you...otherwise there might not be anybody around to do that stuff!" > > Time: Yesterday morning > > As we hung around waiting...I for some Official Instructions, they for heaven knows what...the crew bantered, their talk mostly centering around the fact that all the GOOD television people were in the Middle East now. From the sound of it, it seemed almost as if perhaps had the world been in better shape, Diane Sawyer and Charles Gibson themselves might have come to ogle my hair highlighting...but as it was I was going to have to content myself with this motley crew. > > So the Official Instructions, when they came, went something like this: "Here's the box. Sit here. Go to it." Whereupon I sat in front of a table with a mirror before me, donned my first pair of the supplied gloves and started pawing through the kit to find out which numbered bottle had to be poured into which other bottle to make the basic all-over color...all the while trying not to think about the fact that Burly Cameraman was right next to me. Finally I managed to get the appropriate materials mixed together such that I was ready to actually Put Stuff on My Head...at which point there ensued a discussion/argument between Producer and Burly Cameraman about whether I should be pouring the stuff into my gloves and THEN putting it on my head or just dumping it on my head directly. They decided on the latter, of course...added drama...so I gamely upended the bottle, with its "special applicator tip," directly above me...and managed to pour the stuff on my hair...and the chair! > ...and my clothing...among other things. Since hair dye is actually a whitish translucent color when it first comes out of the bottle (who knew? not me...) this did not become too important until later. > > Hair duly "saturated," I had to wait 25 minutes. The TV editor solicitously asked if I would like to go back to my desk and do some work...frankly, as my head was oozing with chemicals, I thought not. He next offered me a newspaper, but this somehow did not seem like a time to kick back and relax. So I just waited...and at a certain point noticed that while I couldn't tell much difference in my hair, various parts of the chair, my clothing, and my FACE---wherever I'd spilled the stuff while dumping it on my head---were turning a nice rich dark brown. At that point they gave me a wet paper towel...and a robe. > > Then came the Rinsing Crisis. It wasn't as if I could pop into the shower...there WAS no shower...so the rinsing had to be done in one of the beauty sinks. First problem: they couldn't get any water to come out of the sinks. That was fixed in short order, but the fact remained that these were those sinks designed for someone ELSE to rinse your hair in...yet they couldn't film anybody else rinsing my hair, because theoretically I was supposed to be doing this MYSELF at HOME! Finally I stuck my head in the sink and did some purposeful flailing with the handheld attachment that sprayed SOME water toward my head in a way that I hoped would say, "Look, I'm rinsing all by myself!"...and then they took pity on me and brought in a woman from a salon who just happened to be hanging around for something else, and she helped me rinse. > > Finally, time for the actual highlights. On with new gloves...and then more mixing of various packages, to come out with a concoction that was supposed to be the consistency of cake frosting. Which worked fine...they just didn't mention that the stuff would have the ODOR of...well, what you might get if you mixed together all your noxious household cleaning products. So the trick was to paint this white goop artfully on various parts of my head while attempting not to be felled by the fumes. THEN another 15 minutes of waiting. THEN more rinsing (but no more flailing...it was mercifully decided that the first self-rinsing shot could stand in for ALL necessary rinsing shots). And finally, a conditioner...and another rinse. And me wielding a blow dryer, trying to keep my bangs from being blown upward as I realized that despite the earlier cleanup, my forehead still had enough dye on it to look rather strangely bruised. Then me turning toward the camera in what was probably supp! > osed to be triumph but instead, I fear, bore a whole lot of resemblance to mere incredulous exhaustion. > > And then the film crew realized they'd forgotten to do a "before" shot...tough luck. > > Anyway...well...it's not too bad. The highlights are THERE but subtle; there's just some goldish-red amidst the dark brown that shows up when it catches the light. So I don't have to go into hiding until it grows out after all. > > I guess I'll admit that supposedly, if not pre-empted by war, the segment is set to air next Thursday morning (March 13th) from what I've been told. And if THIS little "movie" doesn't become a reality...well, as someone we know might say, at least I got a song out of it (not to mention a story), and at least it's "upbeat and not dark...well, maybe a LITTLE dark!" > > Benay ------------------------------ End of lucy-list-digest V5 #52 ****************************** This has been a posting from the Lucy Kaplansky mail list digest To unsubscribe send mail to Majordomo@smoe.org with "unsubscribe lucy-list-digest" in the body of the message