A couple of weeks ago, I went to Durham for the Food Truck Rodeo, and to see a NYC band, PitchBlak Brass Band. Here's a video for their single, Virus. Warning, this performance contains rap, but also a smoking-hot horn section. Don't give up. I am not much for rap, but the band is fantastic. I saw a post on Facebook from an arts center in Durham about PitchBlak and the rodeo, and loved the music. I met up with Renee and her daughter Alix at the rodeo. The food I had was okay, but the music and the company were excellent.
A few months ago, I told my cousin Andrew that I didn't like new music. Of course, since then, I've found all kinds of stuff that I like. I just can't find it on the radio, that's all. I get most of my new music via recommendations and links from my imaginary internet friends, and mostly from Columbine. (Those who know him know who I mean.) One thing I got from NPR was Pharrell William's Happy. I guess I'm about the last person in the world to hear that tune. It's a great song, but a terrible earworm - it's almost impossible to get it out of my head. So far, I have managed to avoid hearing "Let It Go," from the movie Frozen. I'm sure it will get me eventually.
Other than that, there's not too much going on. I've been walking Jake and cooking, and sitting around. I've hardly touched my looms, and I haven't been in my kayak in ages. I've signed up for a paddle trip on the Cape Fear River in two weeks. I have no plans for this weekend, and I'm hoping that I can find the motivation to get my loom warped and try doubleweave. Last Friday, I took a spinning class at the Carolina Fiber Festival, where I learned a very important lesson: I don't need to spin. It's bad enough that I use thread to make cloth. I don't need to make my own thread. I'm glad I learned that before I bought a spinning wheel. (I got a flax wheel at an antique store last fall, but it's strictly decorative.) Apparently, there is a limit to my love of string. Who knew?