It's Mr. DiFranco to You

I took this picture of the crowd leaving after almost obeying the house rules. I asked on the way in if pictures were okay, and was told 'only if it's amateur, like a disposable camera.'

Well, my camera is a digital, but it's a cheapie. The guy asked to see it and when I showed it to him, he said no, it was too much like a professional camera.

Whatever. I was there to listen, to dance badly. But then when I'd seen about fifty people take camera-phone shots and others blatantly recording video on cameras more sophisticated than mine, I started taking shots. Most didnt' turn out, they were taken between the battery threatening to not trigger the camera, and the Liberty Hall personell threatening to enforce the policy with dirty looks.



Lots of eye candy on hand, which is a given with Ani. Kind of like her affirmative action plan for unemployed jazz musicians, you know it's going to be 80% women. Of course, 80% of those women are there with other women. But what red blooded American dude doesn't like to be neck deep in lesbians?

I wonder how it would have gone if I'd worn a t-shirt that says 'Oh, you're a feminist? How cute!'

I should feel bad, I know, for snapping Ani's pic, even if this is clearly an amateur deal. But I don't. Call me the ugly American, but I paid $35 plus TicketBastard's fees, drove to the People's Republic of Lawrence, found the one parking space left, and damnit, I wanted a souvenir.

I did buy one, actually, which makes me feel even more entitled to violate whatever rights my camera violated. I bought a Righteous Babe doo-rag.



Here, I've written all these, whatever, words (it's late, I'm tired, it's going to be a long fucking day tomorrow) and didnt' even get to the big news.

Or maybe it's not news. Mr. DiFranco is showing. I thought she said 'two months' preganant at one point, but she looked more like six. Granted, she's a tiny creature with no extra frame to hide a Righteous Baby, but no way is it two months.