Y'all know me by alvino@u.washington but I assure you it is me, long-time HipTripper Gina. Hope everyone is well.
First, let me say Thank you to Kelly Davies (I think that was the name on the post) for helping to create a positive vibe in our area in Houston. That was _my_ hair you were probably pissed at for most of the night. Sorry 'bout that but the humidity got me! I was more prepared in Dallas but, if you read on, you will see that is not the biggest story of my night there.
I was front and center for Houston with a right-on to Mr.Fay. To my Paul were TWO local minors (denoted by the big black X) who were supercool. Danielle, the person with whom I travelled, was to my right and she was talking with some Canadian transplants. There was some test going on regarding Hip lyrics and Canadian content. Wayne opened and opened well. I love watching these guys play. I've also spent some time on Rodney's words and they have a depth that I appreciate. Perhaps more a lyricist than a poet, he draws some evocative pictures. I look forward to more.
Houston was the second hottest show I've ever been to. The first was a Hip Wetlands show in July 98(?) where I thought my skin was going to melt off. Anyway, I thought Rob Baker sounded most excellent. Actually, I was entranced by him in Dallas, too, so it might be me. It was funny to see him saunter over to Paul with a big grin on his face. He looked good and played with power.
That brings us to Dallas. Unfortunately, my memories of the night are somewhat compromised. You see, I'm 5'4", 125# and I was standing front and center. I was second row and late in the night, the two in front of me peeled off. We took their spot but the guy to my friend's left was being a jerk. It was all very aggressive She left and he immediately put his back to me and pushed. I held my ground and returned to vertical. He then put an elbow to my temple with a force that knocked me into the huge rugby player on my right. This was not a big guy (the rugby player was a big guy but the fucknut that hit me wasn't but a few inches taller then me) and so his motion was upward. I put my back to the stage and started wading out looking for Honey. Honey was back home in Seattle, though. I didn't know where I was and it was amazingly surreal as well as painful. I lost vision in my left eye and hearing in my ear. I couldn't get my balance and I was staggering like a drunken fool but my system was absolutely free of alcohol. I think I was lucky in that.
I met lots of great people and I can't remember a single name to be honest. Y'all know who you are. Thanks for helping to create a good vibe. I wish there were more of you.
Peace
Gina