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d_trektone_w) wrote2006-11-14 09:56 pm
d_trektone_w) wrote2006-11-14 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
- books,
- concerts,
- dad,
- family stuff,
- fap
With Snicket Tickets in hand ...
On Sunday I took mom to the extravanganza in celebration of The End, the final installment in A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket.
The chapel was full. Lots of children, but lots of adults, too.
Lemony Snicket was introduced, but who should appear but two other men. They looked bewildered and spent several minutes checking around the chapel for Mr. Snicket. So began the event.
The larger man introduced himself as Daniel Handler (I think) and the shorter man, we were told, was Stephin Merritt, and that they were part of the group, The Gothic Archies. With headset on, Handler wandered the front of the chapel, even walking through the pews, sometimes being very loud, occasionally pointing at, speaking with or touching people. Using a toy telephone he attempted, without success, to contact Lemony Snicket. It was a hoot.
Merritt, droll as usual, sang and played his ukulele. He was accompanied by Handler (accordion) on two songs. The last song was done by Handler, after he made Merritt sulk and leave the stage. All from cd, The Tragic Treasury, Songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events, as executed by The Gothic Archies:
- Smile! No One Cares How You Feel
- This Abyss
- Shipwrecked
- Scream and Run Away
Handler also did a reading from The End. He had two volunteers from the audience (they had to be friends) provide the sound effects. The two girls chosen were pretty good and it was all wacky and fun.
I found much of the show to be very silly. Mom, who had some problems hearing despite the hearing aids, found Handler to be animated and loud, but missed most of the details. Still, she seemed to enjoy watching him and looking around at the audience.
We waited in line for about an hour and a half. We made sure mom had the walker with the seat, so it wasn't too bad. Again, she seemed to like watching the people around her. Many of the children, who were mostly very quiet and good during the presentation, ran around and played while their parents/grandparents/others held their places in line.
Merritt was doing a signing, too, but in the foyer of the chapel rather than in a separate function space where Handler held court. I was surprised Merritt's line took almost an hour to dwindle down, but I did leave mom for a bit to get the above-mentioned CD booklet signed as well as another CD insert I'd brought (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
singular_girl, it was from "I'm Lonely And I Love It"). He was still his somewhat sarcastic self with the adults, but very nice to the children. I found his interaction with the boy ahead of me to be hilarious and had to keep from laughing, but the kid was somewhat confused as Merritt asked him his name and what he wanted written on his CD booklet.
When Merritt got to me, he smiled, asked my name and what I wanted him to write. I immediately said, "The next time I'm in San Francisco, let's get together and do it." He wrinkled his brow and wrote "Help, I'm in San Francisco!" Oh, well. I shook his hand and thanked him again for his songs, and he smiled once more, so it was a pleasant interaction.
Getting back to mom, I caught up with the bookstore lady who was embossing books Handler was to later sign/write on. In the main room, Handler occasionally yelled or wailed, making both children and adults giggle or look alarmed. When we finally got to Handler, mom was prepared and clearly stated, "Hello Mr. Handler, I'm Mrs. Joji Shoji." He grinned and looked to me, asking if I was the auction winner. We spoke for about five minutes about the First Amendment Project and auction. I shook his hand and thanked him for his wonderful "translation" of my dad's name and then mom and I moved on so he could yell at or embarrass the children behind us.
Mom with Snicket Ticket
Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler carrying on
LS & Mom
Mom was a bit tired, but she said she was glad to have met Lemony Snicket. Hee!
"Jojishoji," Sunny said, which meant something like, "I don't believe that abridging the freedom of expression and the free exercise thereof is the proper way to run a community."
Page 223, The End, by Lemony Snicket.
The chapel was full. Lots of children, but lots of adults, too.
Lemony Snicket was introduced, but who should appear but two other men. They looked bewildered and spent several minutes checking around the chapel for Mr. Snicket. So began the event.
The larger man introduced himself as Daniel Handler (I think) and the shorter man, we were told, was Stephin Merritt, and that they were part of the group, The Gothic Archies. With headset on, Handler wandered the front of the chapel, even walking through the pews, sometimes being very loud, occasionally pointing at, speaking with or touching people. Using a toy telephone he attempted, without success, to contact Lemony Snicket. It was a hoot.
Merritt, droll as usual, sang and played his ukulele. He was accompanied by Handler (accordion) on two songs. The last song was done by Handler, after he made Merritt sulk and leave the stage. All from cd, The Tragic Treasury, Songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events, as executed by The Gothic Archies:
- Smile! No One Cares How You Feel
- This Abyss
- Shipwrecked
- Scream and Run Away
Handler also did a reading from The End. He had two volunteers from the audience (they had to be friends) provide the sound effects. The two girls chosen were pretty good and it was all wacky and fun.
I found much of the show to be very silly. Mom, who had some problems hearing despite the hearing aids, found Handler to be animated and loud, but missed most of the details. Still, she seemed to enjoy watching him and looking around at the audience.
We waited in line for about an hour and a half. We made sure mom had the walker with the seat, so it wasn't too bad. Again, she seemed to like watching the people around her. Many of the children, who were mostly very quiet and good during the presentation, ran around and played while their parents/grandparents/others held their places in line.
Merritt was doing a signing, too, but in the foyer of the chapel rather than in a separate function space where Handler held court. I was surprised Merritt's line took almost an hour to dwindle down, but I did leave mom for a bit to get the above-mentioned CD booklet signed as well as another CD insert I'd brought (
singular_girl, it was from "I'm Lonely And I Love It"). He was still his somewhat sarcastic self with the adults, but very nice to the children. I found his interaction with the boy ahead of me to be hilarious and had to keep from laughing, but the kid was somewhat confused as Merritt asked him his name and what he wanted written on his CD booklet. When Merritt got to me, he smiled, asked my name and what I wanted him to write. I immediately said, "The next time I'm in San Francisco, let's get together and do it." He wrinkled his brow and wrote "Help, I'm in San Francisco!" Oh, well. I shook his hand and thanked him again for his songs, and he smiled once more, so it was a pleasant interaction.
Getting back to mom, I caught up with the bookstore lady who was embossing books Handler was to later sign/write on. In the main room, Handler occasionally yelled or wailed, making both children and adults giggle or look alarmed. When we finally got to Handler, mom was prepared and clearly stated, "Hello Mr. Handler, I'm Mrs. Joji Shoji." He grinned and looked to me, asking if I was the auction winner. We spoke for about five minutes about the First Amendment Project and auction. I shook his hand and thanked him for his wonderful "translation" of my dad's name and then mom and I moved on so he could yell at or embarrass the children behind us.
Mom with Snicket Ticket
Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler carrying on
LS & Mom
Mom was a bit tired, but she said she was glad to have met Lemony Snicket. Hee!
"Jojishoji," Sunny said, which meant something like, "I don't believe that abridging the freedom of expression and the free exercise thereof is the proper way to run a community."
Page 223, The End, by Lemony Snicket.