Almost every-local-one was there. (Little David was not available, and this is not an RJ kind of event, but, I swear, almost everyone else from our NYC blogfamily was in attendance.) I guess that made it the de rigeur social end-of-summer event.
Once again, the music caught my attention more than once. Some would call that damning with faint praise, but I am among those who rarely notice the music. Most often, for me, the music is like a mosquito. I can ignore it and then leave the room before it finds me. Not so during BLOWOFF. Mould and Morel are masters. They do what one always hopes for: remix with betterment. They say to a song "I think this is really what you were meant to be." And, they are most often correct.
The crowd was not up to the event. In DC, Blowoff is deliriously fun. Here, it was a bit more reserved. Next time ought to be better. Also, I learned a new phrase: "Heatherbears", as in, "There were a lot of Heatherbears in attendance." This, I am told, is a reference to a movie about pretty but mean high school girls all of whom are named Heather." Heatherbears are attractive bears with bad attitude. There are many of us who can without audace consider ourselves attractive (see the photo made by Joe of me below of which I am well pleased), but our looks are not our essence. Our looks are accidental. Heatherbears have only their looks and their insecurities and their haughty bad behavior. However, it's good to have had the Heatherbears at this Blowoff, as they are sure to justify their weekend by pumping up the cache of the event and thereby increasing its future attendance. Sigh.
Here's Jim (Our houseguest and a good friend for more than twenty years), Joey (Do you get the image on his shirt? Sound it out. He's got a lot of...nerve.), Craig, C and Aaron:
Craig (whose birthday it was) and Aaron