blog on FROG

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Saturday night Meehan hosted what all involved hope will be the first of many FROG salons (that's Furnished Room Over Garage for the uninitiated). It's a simple and brilliant concept: invite your arty friends to perform at your awesome studio apartment (Captain's Quarters wet bar complete with gold-trimmed, clipper ship-adorned mirror is a plus, but not required), add booze, door prizes, poodle lights and guacamole. Repeat.

Some highlights:

Our hostess and her modest (or drunk) singer-songwriter friend Emily J. Wood.

Nicole and Mike read from their book The Bisexual's Guide to the Universe. Anything you need to know about bisexuals on Jupiter, just ask them.

I apparently laughed a lot at my own story.

Emily said, "Just in case playing acoustic folk music at a house party isn't gay enough, now I'm going to play a song with an alternative tuning arrangement." (Is that uber gay? I don't know enough about music to know.)

Oh, wait, this isn't a make-out party? Come on, I thought what happened in the Captain's Quarters stayed in the Captain's Quarters.

Comments

Claire said…
The folk music/alternative tuning comment made me laugh. Re: whether alt. tunings are gay or not, all I can say is this: back when I looked up some Ani Difranco guitar tabs, every one of them was in an alternative tuning. I couldn't find one of hers that wasn't.
July 10, 2007 at 11:51 AM
Cheryl said…
That makes them...bi?
July 10, 2007 at 4:44 PM
Claire said…
Without more musicians for comparison, sure looks that way. ;)
July 11, 2007 at 12:49 PM
ER said…
Nice biceps Cheryl. I'm jealous.
July 17, 2007 at 1:04 PM
Cheryl said…
From lifting all those books. :-)
July 18, 2007 at 9:11 AM
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