Set Sail Again on the Great Big Sea

Last night Missie and I went to see our favorite Canadian, Celtic band from Newfoundland: Great Big Sea. I've blogged previously about my love for their upbeat arrangements of new material and traditional songs from Newfoundland. They are, quite simply, one of the best bands on the planet. Who else could pull off an acapella song about the hazards of being chemical mine worker followed by a hard-rocking ballad followed by a sea shanty, followed by a love song?

When I first heard last spring that GBS was going to be featured at the Kent Stage, I was amazed. It seemed like a small venue for them. However, as soon as I learned that tickets were going to be available through the GBS fan club, of which I am a member, I started watching the internet. When Ticket Sales Day arrived, scheduled to start at 11:00 a.m., I was on the webpage, hitting "refresh" at 10:55.

I got center section,row B, seats 1 & 2 on the aisle. I'm not sure who the people in the front row had to blow to get their seats, but I'll get my lips in shape for the next time.

Our seats, considering how little we actually sat in them, were fantastic. The couple in front of us drove up from Columbus, having seen GBS there, in Cincinnati and in Newfoundland. Okay, as fans go, they beat us. But, they were nice and friendly, so it was hard to begrudge them their spots.

The audience seemed largely older, with a sprinkling of younger faces. There were a couple of college-aged cuties in front of us as well. They were so effusive and surrendered so completely to the experience that it was hard to hate them, too. Damn.

The band, was, as always awesome. They played two sets with no opening act. The first set had a few of their standards, but consisted largely of songs from their new album, Safe Upon the Shore. I downloaded several of the songs from this album, but I had been waiting to buy it at the show, figuring more of the money would go directly to the band and less to a distributor. After a brief intermission, the band came back with a set composed largely of hits from previous albums and some playful sing-along Alan instigated of songs from other bands and genres.

Alan seemed genuinely surprised and amused that he could shout out "O-H" and the crowd roared back "I-O!" Alan, with his full beard and patterned shirt, resembled a lumberjack.

Sean, always less emotive, pours his heart into his voice and music. Sean put out a solo album earlier this year and it is a keeper in my collection.

Bob Hallett rounds out the group with his expert musicianship -- I lost count of how many instruments he plays -- and warm vocals. Chris, their drummer this tour, stepped out from his drumkit from time to time (as seen in the photo at the top) and Murray, their bass player, had one of the deepest, sexiest voices I've ever heard.

I picked up the new CD on the way out, intoxicated by the band's music and stage presence. Missie and I agreed we need to make the trip to see the boys in their native environ, Newfoundland. Not, however, in winter.

A Very Special Boss's Day Episode

I seldom cross-post what I put on Facebook, but I wanted to capture this event for posterity. Friday, I walked into work and halfway down the isle to my little acre of the Cube Farm, I saw my cubicle decorated in streamers and balloons. "Uh oh," I thought. "My staff got some bad information and think today is my birthday. What do I do? Do I pretend it is and next month quietly let my real birthday slide by?

I shouldn't have worried. The blue, aqua and green decorations were to celebrate Boss's Day, a 'holiday" that had stealthily approached, leaving me completely unaware. "Wow!' I exclaimed upon entering my cube. In addition to the decorations, my staff has also left a sign, taped to one of my monitors:

eliciting another "Wow!" and left a card (third "Wow.") and what appeared to be a lovely plant in a vase (fourth "Wow!"). The ribbon tied around the neck of the vase matched the streamers and was tied like a man's necktie. The stones in the bottom of the vase also reflected hues of greens and blues. Then, came the final and loudest "WOW!" when I realized the vase also doubled as a fishbowl for a Siamese (also called Japanese) Fighting Fish aka a Betta.

I was moved almost to tears. Almost.

I named the fish "Dood."

I said it on Facebook and I'll say it again here: my staff rocks!