That’s right, people… both kids are now in rock bands. Rosie performed at Turner Ballroom yesterday with her band An Open Door. Check them out performing their original piece “It’s great to be a girl.” That’s my little girl on drums.
This is so great. Three dudes spontaneously create something lovely. Music is a mighty thing.
“You can’t improvise on nothing, man” –Charles Mingus
“Really? You’re black?!”
Yup… knock it off.
I stole this from Frankie Flood:
This is super cool. This is the kind of thing that is really exciting to me. People printing coat hooks and key chains and other nonsense make me a little ill, but this kind of thing in amazing. This changes how people think.
Someone I work with asked about a metalworking and jewelry making class in Milwaukee, and I naturally thought of Frankie, and the summer workshops at UWM. Then I remembered meeting Michael the last time I was at Frankie’s studio, and figured I’d check out his work. That led to finding this video on his site, and I figured I’d share it here… pretty dang cool…
Last summer I changed jobs. I left my position at Versant to help build a new an improved Digital Services department at Core Creative. Core is an amazing place, full of brilliant, sincere, and dedicated people. Nobody does just one thing here, and so when our creative director was looking for someone to voice the sweet video you see below, I got a chance to do something fun and new. Mine is the least part of this piece… The folks who created this did an amazing job! Take a look:
The a capella group wraps up, and someone stands up to introduce the man: blah, blah, blah, Hayden Planetarium, blah, blah, blah, Pluto, blah, blah, blah, new book. For his part, Dr. Tyson basically does the high-five line down to the stage and gets right into it:
Watch/listen to the whole thing. It’s worth your time. Here are a few highlights:
That’s right, Dillon got to ask the last question of the day, and he was ready for it! I could not have been more proud of him. He stood up, swallowed his considerable anxiety, and braved it! So. Very. Proud.
With the talk finished, we hustle off toward the Union to get in line for the book signing. Initially, we thought we were very clever in taking a shortcut to the second floor, but our hopes were dashed when we realized that the second floor doors were locked.
Back down to the first floor, and the end of a 90-minute line with only 30 minutes of book signing time remaining…