Thursday, May 27, 2010

house alive with smiles and voices

If you were there, be prepared to return to that magical evening of music and merriment when we were serenaded by Olenka and the Autumn Lovers and you showed your support for Canadian independent music by enabling a band to continue on their tour and by hearing their songs.

If you weren't there, start making plans to attend the next Bad Tempered Zombie house concert. You don't want to miss out again!

~ wine and chips, dinner of champions ~

~ the stage, in all its Value Village deer rug glory ~

~ here's some wine, now fill up that band donation bowl ~


~ Lucille Bluth impersonator and event photographer ~

~ attentive crowd ~


~ the music starts ~

~ as do the giggles ~




~ well into the evening ~


~ foot five! ~



Still to come, actual concert footage with sound and everything. Don't miss it!

14 comments:

LesleyG said...

Oh, I so wish I could make plans for the next one! I need to do a Canadian tour of my own!

Allison said...

Great photographs!

I especially love your dress with the belt, and the badges on your cardigan, very lovely. The picture of the RO is great too.

Really looks like it was a nice evening. So, who are you hosting next? :)

mister anchovy said...

Looks like a great success! Way to go.

John Mutford said...

Looks like so much fun. But where was the mosh pit?

BeckEye said...

I at least want an invite to the next one, even if I can't make it. I just want to feel special.

Wandering Coyote said...

You look great, Barb! Love the polka dots!

What an amazing experience...I should start announcing to my favourite bands that they can sleep on my floor AND that I'd cook & bake for them if they would only come to this one horse town! Perhaps send a link to ReTorte to entice them....

S.M. Elliott said...

Sweet. Looks like a rockin time was had by all - congrats on your 1st house concert!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Bring your harmonica and I'll arrange a house concert for you, Lesley. Or alternatively, I would love for you to come to the next one.

I'm so glad I hired an event photographer for the evening, Al. Just wait till you see the concert footage!
There is talk of hosting another concert with the entire band in the fall.

Everyone had a terrific time, Mr Anchovy, lots of CDs were bought and nobody went home hungry.

The mosh pit was in the kitchen, John, as these things generally are.

You are invited already, Beckeye, and your gold-embossed invitation is in the mail.

You should absolutely do that, WC. You would be surprised at how grateful rock stars are to have a place to sleep and some decent food. And you know that they would be getting incredible food at your house. In fact, I will come to your place with my tambourine and spoons and do a concert for a chance at sampling your cooking.

It all turned out so incredibly well, SME. I definitely want to do this again.

moe said...

Looks like a wonderful time Barb. Maybe we will make it out next time - if I could only get my hubby on a plane ~ Maureen

Beth said...

You are BEYOND cool, Barbara -- and you look fabulous!!!

p.s. My word verification is "porkeast." As someone who lives in the East, I highly recommend it.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I really hope you guys can make it out to the next one, Maureen. Perhaps you could tell your husband you are taking him to the record store, slip him a mickey, and pour him onto the plane. It's certainly worth a try.

You are too kind, Beth! I'm thinking that perhaps I should serve some porkeast at the new concert. Of course we would need you there to ensure we are doing it right.

Charlie said...

You're the hostess with the mostess.

The only way I would have been truly happy is a hard kitchen chair waaaay in the back of the room—it would have felt just like home.

pilgrimchick said...

Looks like it was a great time for all.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

We could have easily arranged that for you, Charlie. You should have just said the word and your spot would have been ready.

I think everybody, audience and musicians alike, enjoyed themselves, Pilgrimchick. Well, except the cat.