Weekly Rochester Events #402: The Oldest Known Leprechaun

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Ok, so here's the deal with the vacation a.k.a. the Denver/Burning Man trip. I haven't digested everything that happened so it'll just percolate in future essays. For now, this is just a recollection of everything that happened.

I left on Thursday, August 10 around 9 p.m. I did more driving at night than I remember from last year ... it's nice because it's cool out and there is almost no traffic. Along the way the rearview mirror broke off the windshield — it wasn't really useful anyway considering all the stuff I had in the back blocking the view. I got in to Denver on Saturday at 2 p.m., Mountain Time — a total of 43 hours, sleep included.

In Denver I had a few really good meals — in case you get out there. D'Corazon (1530C Blake St., Denver, CO) was a great Mexican place that had, among other things, some very smoothly mixed horchata water. We also went to the relatively new place Snooze A.M. Eatery (2262 Larimer St., Denver, CO) which is a great breakfast joint with tempting mamosas and excellent pancakes. And then there's Mona's Restaurant (2364 15th St., Denver, CO) which we went to for breakfast a few times ... the French toast with orange zest is a must-try.

Sunday I got to meet my campmates at The Metaphysical Research Society (MRS) (1001 E 7th Ave., Denver, CO). Everyone seemed to be on the ball ... I was pleased, for as I commented to Benjamin on the way in, my bullshit detector tends to pin on "bullshit" a lot when talking metaphysics. This was the last time I'd see most of them until we got to Burning Man (Black Rock City, NV). I split my time for the rest of the week working 10 hours a day at Kevin's house creating the deck for the Facing Our Fears project and spending time with my brother exploring Denver.

We tried casting my face for the project with alginate but it wouldn't set up. I was making a puking-like face and after a couple minutes, it's really hard to maintain. I found bits of the crap in my ears days later and I mused that it was pink brain tissue seeping out. On Friday the 18th we were supposed to get the truck but it wouldn't be until Saturday so I managed to make the evaporation fountain I had seen on the Internet — basically using an outdoor fountain pump to move gray water through the hole in a plywood table and letting it dribble through chicken wire back to the basin — on a cool, cloudy day in Denver it managed to evaporate about a half-gallon of water in a couple hours.

Saturday, August 19 we got set up and on Sunday we finally got on the road. I was driving my car and ended up ahead of the truck even though Facing Our Fears artist Sondra Carr and Will had left earlier — they had to stop and get more stuff at points west of Denver, including Nick DeWolf's Ma'am, a pedal-powered mammoth skeleton. I arrived on the Playa on Monday night, August 21 (one week before the start of the event) at around 8 p.m. When I arrived, a couple campmates were already there and we just slept in the open air. There weren't really any dust storms yet and the air was quite mild, only dipping to about 55°F. The population of the entire Black Rock City was only around 400.

On Tuesday, Sondra and Will found us — they arrived around midnight the night prior. We spent most of the afternoon emptying the rental truck of everyone's belongings. We got the truck out to the prominent location of the sculpture: halfway between the centrally-placed flammable "Man" and Center Camp which he faces. We unloaded most of the sculpture and I got the lights set up to work at night — we had a generator to use for most of the days. Wednesday we got the deck set up — it actually worked pretty good although I was disappointed in my own craftsmanship. Functional is functional, though. By evening we had cut the 8 vertical walls to hold the faces. Thursday we had to relinquish the rental truck which was both shade and a place to keep all the sawdust. We improvised a tarp and finished up the sides of the sculpture ... well, at least the vertical ones.

I did a little exploring and ran into Duck at Recycle Camp — I was set to race him on my newly improved spiral bike, but it never came about. I met some actress named Mimi who was working on a movie but who wouldn't be staying for the whole event. I also met "good clowns" Digger and Cheeky with their neon art car and tried to fix their leaky generator to no avail. I ran into Sondra's friend Cookie who was working on the Duel Nature sculpture by Kate Raudenbush. I got to fix one of their LED controllers and started helping to diagnose the electrical problems.

A bunch of us met up at "Ladies Night" at 4:20 and Brave (i.e., the Man faces 6 p.m. and the streets are labeled alphabetically, radially outward.) There was lots of drinking and cavorting and I met Silver Raven who knows people in Rochester. I ended up finally getting to bed around 3 a.m. or so.

On Friday we got the internal structure built for the sloped part of the sculpture and started making the panels for it. Saturday we kept plugging away, getting more and more done. By now we were drilling holes to install the faces. Progress was depressingly slow. I took a break and helped out on Duel Nature some more ... they were having more problems with the electronics. Apparently the modules to drive the LED's in the tips of the wings had an "in" side and an "out" side but weren't marked; the designer assumed they would all be installed the same way. Once we figured that out, the whole thing started to come together and get working. Later that night I stopped by and myself, Cookie, and Spaceman figured out the last problem: a broken cable, and got the whole sculpture working except for a couple minor things like disconnected LED's. I went back with them and celebrated a little.

Sunday we kept drilling holes for faces. The whole project was terribly draining: every aspect of it was tedious, hard work ... there was no "fun part" to look forward to. We just kept plugging away. Monday was our last day and we kept drilling and placing faces and gluing on ones that went toward the bottom or otherwise didn't need to be bolted. By dusk we were slapping up panels, noting that we had not properly marked them so we guessed where they went. Will and Sondra followed Zaphod and I with paint. At one point we donated a gallon or so (and the last of) our drinking water to thin the paint so it would cover everything. By 8 p.m. we were done. We went to the artist party at the Artery — after all, we had successfully met the requirements for the grant (up until now.) Oh yeah, and Monday was day one of the Burning Man event.

Tuesday, Sondra, Will, and I went to Center Camp for some coffee. When I was first in line there a guy behind the counter got a megaphone and said that whomever is naked gets free coffee. Well, my requisite outfit for the event was a bathrobe so I just dropped it and was the first to get a free cup. That morning I felt better that I had officially set up my tent and dubbed it "Camp CampCampCamp" just like last year, mostly because I still had stickers. Quite a few of the other camp members had arrived and they got the shade structure set up — Escher designed it and it unfortunately required everything to be properly tensioned for it to be stable meaning that all cables had to be pulled and held simultaneously. Aside from that minor thing, it worked great all week.

That night I met some people around a burn barrel and had a nice conversation. I also checked out "the Belgians' sculpture" which people jokingly dubbed "The Waffle" although it was really Uchronia by Jan Kriekels, and Arne Quinze along with their army of Belgians who made it all come together. It was a gigantic sculpture about 300' long and 70' high made entirely from scrap 2x3 lumber in about 20' lengths. From there I rode out to find art in the "deep Playa." I found a couple neat pieces ... one with the Earth projected on a hanging screen that looked pretty good. I saw a blinking light way out and was cruising to it when I almost ran into the trash fence. I talked with some border ranger — he just said I should stay away because there's a lot of vehicular traffic and took off. It was weird to run into the outside world like that which made me think of the gilded cage we're all in while we're here.

That night I went with one of my campmates Space to see the art inside the Man. There were these neat glasses with bright blinking lights that induce your mind into altered states ... making it do funny things. There was also a carousel that records your motion and you can create a flip book from it. It was pretty seriously broken (the spokes on the bike that propelled it were shot) but I got on the platform anyway and some guy got me whipping around. Right at the end I fell and bashed my hip on the edge — I was okay but it made for a funny video.

We all hung out on Wednesday morning for a bit. I walked around and found some people at the camp from last year. I got back and huddled in for a half-hour dust storm and we met some new people. That night I rode my bike around but I was annoyed at all the spectators — when I got there, those 400 people were really there to do something; by the Friday before the event, I think the population was somewhere around 2,000, so the remaining 37,000 people who showed up were just nuisance gawkers. I got kind of pissed at that so I just went back to camp and called it an early night. I can't seem to make myself into someone who fits in with people who get all decked out in costumes and stroll from rave to rave. Regardless, I realized that each year there's at least one night I don't want to go out and I guess that was it.

Thursday I got in a bike race out past the man on the Playa. I was one of the few with a custom bike and I did very well ... it's a fast little devil. I got back and went to a theatrical improv class which was pretty dumb ... overly structured and heavily set on somewhat boring exercises. Thursday is also sake night at camp Coco Velvet in The Alternative Energy Zone so I headed over there. Like last year it was a blast giving away hot sake to people ... this time I didn't get stumbling drunk, though.

That night Sondra, Will, and I headed out again and found Black Rock Diner at 7:30 and Brave where they gave away grilled cheese sandwiches between midnight and 4 a.m. We stopped by Sondra's sculpture and found that there were people insisting we not climb it. Sondra said something like, "well I'm the artist and you can climb it all you want." We yelled at people from the inside (there are holes cut to put your face into) and I scared the crap out of a couple who walked up — they didn't even stop to climb on it afterward. From there we explored clubs and such on the Esplanade (the first street from the man) and I blundered home quite late. Some approaching bicyclists at one point noted the sunrise — I guess it must have been around 5 a.m.

Friday I got up and talked with Sondra and Benjamin. I was concerned that the camp seemed to be taking a lot of showers — the evaporation fountain was chugging along processing about 4 gallons of gray water a day, but everyone couldn't keep taking 5-gallon showers each day. I avoided bringing it up because I thought it would upset the people in the camp ... I still had my concerns, though.

That night Will and I headed out. We walked around the secondary streets, starting way out at Anxious and 2:00. We found Bad Idea Theater and enjoyed some homemade beer, conversation, and a terrible movie called Dünyayi kurtaran adam (Turkish Star Wars). We blundered further and found this cool bar called Spite Bar which had something they called Gasoline — a combination of vodka, fruit drink, and energy drink ... probably some other stuff too.

When we got out of there we caught this U-14 art car/boat and told the driver Steve about grilled cheeses. Well, he actually skipped dinner so was gung ho to drive us to the Black Rock Diner. We got in just after they closed but they were nice enough to start up the grills again — a U-boat parked outside probably helped. We left there and drove around the outer rim and found some people sleeping in nowhereville but we didn't stop to check if any of them were actually dead.

On Saturday we discussed camp teardown. Mostly this consisted of requirements being placed upon us, the people who were staying late and packing things up. In theory people were to take home some trash — we insisted that people take care of their own trash but were reassured that everyone would take some community trash home and we wouldn't have to deal with any.

That night I hung out at the top of Facing Our Fears to watch the Man burn. I never get very excited about it. From there I hung around with this woman Madeline and her girlfriends. I went back to Bad Idea Theater and got to see a hilarious dubbed adaptation of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone called Wizard People, Dear Readers. I had some beer and stumbled back home long before dawn.

On Sunday I spent most of the day lounging and drinking. Some people stopped by with ganja brownies and cookies ... I really could have used a cookie, but I didn't want the pot so I just had a little bite. Well, apparently they were pretty strong. I got hit with it trying to make it to the Temple Burn. I have a vague recollection of events happening ... something burning ... getting off my bike and throwing burning timbers around ... getting out to the Uchronia sculpture but not being able to get very close ... getting wet with some ice — either from myself or someone else, by accident or on purpose ... running into Zaphod and trying to communicate with him ... dragging myself back home. I was certain someone had dosed my water, but by the next morning I realized how foolish that sounded.

Monday morning I went out to get ice and crossed paths with one of our campmates whose ride was waiting. When I got back, they were gone, but I was told by someone else that his bike got stolen so he took someone else's and expected us to bring it back. Well, he didn't just take some junker ... no ... he took a Trek 820 with a front suspension — probably a $500 mountain bike. I said, "no fucking way: I'm taking it to lost-and-found and if it's still there when we leave, then we'll take it." It was gone by the afternoon, and hopefully the rightful owner got it back.

That afternoon we got the sculpture almost entirely taken apart. It was more grueling work: backing out hundreds of drywall screws to take apart the structure. That night I went to find a party some woman told us about but I couldn't find it. I did stumble on some guys in fireproof suits who proceed to have an entirely-too-amusing "Roman candle war." They couldn't see one another or aim very well, but they did avoid shooting at the crowd I was part of. I also met up with the caretakers of the Ma'am mammoth and told them where to find Sondra.

Tuesday morning when I got up it appeared that all the campmates had left. We told them we'd be in the desert for a few extra days to take down the sculpture and camp, and to pack everything up; we asked that they leave any extra food and water for us to use and then pass on as a donation to "DPW" — Burning Man's Department of Public Works who go around and pick up everyone's MOOP (matter-out-of-place) so the area will pass inspection by the U.S. Bureau of Land Management. Anyway, what they had done was to pick through the extra food and water, taking most of it with them, but leaving us with 6 bags of their trash.

We drove out to Reno that day and got some hamburgers and then went to get a rental truck. We were lucky to find a place desperate to rent — instead of $1,500 from Reno to Denver, they took Sondra's offer of $500. We got back and discovered that the caretakers of the Ma'am had left a note that they felt uncomfortable leaving the money for gas in the camp. The trailer was parked by the sculpture but with no money for gas.

Wednesday we suffered through a half-day dust storm with visibility as low as 15 feet (literally) for the worst hour of it. We got the sculpture taken down and packed on the truck along with the camp's belongings and the trash. We finished up on Thursday and finally got out on the road.

Well, not far anyway. The trailer was mis-loaded with too much weight on the tongue, so when Sondra and Will got it up to 50 miles an hour, the whole thing went fishtailing around, almost killing them both in a barely avoided wreck. I fell back and rode with them from Gerlach to Fernley (the town at I-80 in Nevada) at 35 miles an hour. From there we split off ... they took the truck and trailer at 35 MPH through Nevada, Utah, and half of Colorado via Route 50 ("The Loneliest Highway in America") and dropped off the trailer. The generous Ma'am caretakers wired exactly the amount of money they agreed on beforehand — ignoring the request for some extra cash to compensate for nearly killing the drivers.

For me, it was a hellish drive up the Rockies on I-70. I was trying to keep up as best I could but 45 miles-per-hour was all I could muster before I'd start hydroplaning on the puddles. I felt trapped because as I climbed, my speed matched the number of miles to the Route 6 turn: no matter how long I drove, it was still an hour away. I finally did make it and Route 6 was like an amusement park ride in comparison: I'd be cruising along at 40 and car headlights would blind me, leaving seconds before I'd need to make the next corner. I made it back to my brother's around 11.

On Saturday night, Adam and I went to Rock Bottom (1001 16th St., Denver, CO) for dinner. It was a pretty good time ... our server was pleasantly pessimistic after having to blow up balloons in a centrist color scheme to appease both sides of the Colorado State versus the Colorado University football game. Sunday I got up and got some lunch and said my good-byes. I got back on the road around 3:15. Yada yada ... I got back home Tuesday around 4 p.m. ... about 47 hours on the way back.

Although my campmates didn't live up to their word, at least Ali did. She remembered my birthday and we had cake and she brought over ziti. As Silent Bob might have said, "there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude, but they don't all bring you ziti."

T H U R S D A Y

POW/MIA Recognition Day Tonight at 7 p.m. at The Asbury First United Methodist Church (1050 East Ave.) is a program by The Rochester Genealogical Society featuring Roy Thurston speaking about Knocking down your brick wall with Ancestry.com and Kathleen Urbanic discussing The origins of the Polish community in Rochester (1890-1909). [source: Rochester Genealogical Society website] [all ages] The Flat Iron Café (561 State St.) will be hosting Deborah Branch starting around 8 p.m. [source: Flat Iron Cafe webstie] Tonight at The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) is Mike Zale, Jesse Sprinkle, Nick Young, and Brandon Fox starting around 9:30 p.m. [source: Bug Jar calendar] [18+] Pure Kona Poetry Open Mic Night is at Daily Perks (389 Gregory St.) tonight starting at 7:30. [source: Daily Perks calendar] Drinking Liberally meets at 8 p.m. tonight at Monty's Korner (355 East Ave.) [source: RocWiki calendar]

F R I D A Y

Tonight from 6:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. at Genesee Pottery at The Genesee Center for the Arts (713 Monroe Ave.) is the opening of History In The Making featuring pottery from many artists. The show runs until October 20. [source: Genesee Center for the Arts calendar] Daily Perks (389 Gregory St.) will be hosting Danny Price starting around 8 p.m. [source: Daily Perks calendar] [all ages] Mike Pavone will be at Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) starting around 8 p.m. [source: Boulder Coffee website] [all ages] The Dryden Theater at George Eastman House (900 East Ave.) will be showing Bubble starting at 8 p.m. in which workers in an Ohio doll factory are confronted with a murder. [source: Eastman House calendar] [all ages] Tonight at TiLT Nightclub and Ultralounge (444 Central Ave.) starting at 10 p.m. is Under the Big Top, another Spectacle of Saints and Sinners Burlesque Troupe show, this time also featuring the excellent satirical gospel band The Lobster Quadrille. [source: Rochester Music Coalition calendar] Over at Monty's Krown (875 Monroe Ave.) starting around 10:30 p.m. is Duke Galaxy and the Pipeliners. [source: GaragePop Records website] [21+] Tonight at The Club at Water Street (204 N. Water St.) starting probably around 8 or so is a Good-bye Bash for Rob Cullivan featuring members from The Ferndocks, The BuddhaHood, The Urban Squirrels, The Earl Cram Revue, and more. [source: WITR calendar] Tonight and tomorrow at The Little (240 East Ave.) at 11:30 p.m. they'll be showing the horror film Feast as part of the Late Night at the Little series. [source: Little Theatre e-mail]

S A T U R D A Y

O'Bagelo's, 165 State Street, noon. Today from 12 p.m. to 2 p.m. is a walking lecture Geology at Mount Hope: The Really Ancient History at Mt. Hope Cemetery (791 Mt. Hope Ave., the North Gate.) [source: Freetime] This afternoon from 1:30 p.m. to 4:30 p.m. at Monty's Krown (875 Monroe Ave.) is The 585 Ska 1st Anniversary Party featuring fun ska from Mrs. Skannotto, The Hoboz, great ska/rock/punk from The Expired, and Biting Midge. [source: Upstate Stomp MySpace page] [16+] Tonight from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. is the opening of a double-show at A|V Art Sound Space (N. Union St. at Trinidad St., #8 in the Public Market, formerly the All-Purpose Room): Mike Twohig's iMPROVISED !MPLOSIVE VICE and Dennis Smyth's Your General Journey. The show runs through October 14. [source: A|V Space website] This evening at 7 p.m. at The Little (240 East Ave.) is The Manhattan Short Film Festival. [source: City Newspaper] The Phil Marshall Trio will be at Daily Perks (389 Gregory St.) starting around 8 p.m. [source: Daily Perks calendar] [all ages] Tonight at Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) is Chris Squire starting around 8 p.m. [source: Boulder Coffee website] [all ages] Today at 8 p.m. in Ingle Auditorium at RIT (One Lomb Memorial Dr., campus map) is a theatrical performance titled 24 Hours of R.I.T. [source: RIT Events Calendar site] The Dryden Theater at George Eastman House (900 East Ave.) will be showing Drawing Restraint 9 starting at 8 p.m. and again on Sunday at 7 p.m. The film is a non-narrative wherein the main characters "explore subjects such as Shintoism and the relationship between desires and personal discipline." [source: Eastman House calendar] [all ages] Updated: Ju-Jajuba, Mechanical Advantage, and mellow, down-tempo soloist Little Yellow Bird will be playing at the Community Living Center at The University of Rochester (Elmwood Ave. at Intercampus Dr., details on River Campus Map) starting at 9 p.m. The Lobster Quadrille cancelled. [source: the proverbial grapevine] Giant Killer Robots, and The Second Class Citizens will be at Richmond's (21 Richmond St.) starting around 10:30 p.m. [source: Freetime] [21+] Kid Congo Powers, Blasé DeBris, and good white-boy blues from The White Devils will be at The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) starting around 10:45 p.m. [source: Bug Jar calendar] [21+] Tonight's another Betty's Sing-a-Long at Betty Meyer's Bullwinkle Café (622 Lake Ave., a.k.a. "Bullwinkle's") starting around 10.

S U N D A Y

This afternoon starting at 1 p.m. in the Gell Center at Writers and Books (740 University Ave.) is the FootHills Publishing 20th Anniversary Harvest Reading. [source: Writers and Books calendar] [all ages] Over at The Flat Iron Café (561 State St.) starting around 5 p.m. is Paradigm Shift. [source: Flat Iron Cafe webstie] Over at Starry Nites Café (696 University Ave., formerly Moonbeans) starting around 5 p.m. is Jean Dutille. [source: Starry Nites calendar] [all ages] Tonight at A|V Art Sound Space (N. Union St. at Trinidad St., #8 in the Public Market, formerly the All-Purpose Room) is The Black Swans, Lewis and Clarke, and good mellow rock-and-roll from Hinkley starting around 9 p.m. [source: A|V Space website] Over at The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) starting around 9:30 p.m. is great pop-rock sound from Elf Power and probably another band or two. [source: Bug Jar calendar] [18+] Tonight and every Sunday at Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) is a Comedy Open Mic with Matt Rohr at 7:30 p.m. [source: the proverbial grapevine] [all ages]

M O N D A Y

Tonight at Verb Café at Writers and Books (740 University Ave.) at 7:30 p.m. is another Wide Open Mic with Norm Davis. [source: Writers and Books calendar] [all ages] Over at Kilbourn Hall at Eastman Theatre (60 Gibbs St.) starting around 8 p.m. is The Eastman Musica Nova Ensemble. [source: Eastman School of Music calendar] [all ages] Updated: Tonight at The Little (240 East Ave.) is another in the Emerging Filmmakers Series starting at 9:15 p.m. and featuring The Meaning of Goodbye by John Waterman, Lucidity by Anthony DeJohn, Fickle by Joseph Fusco, Focus by Tisa Zito, and Clonal Eclipse of the Heart by Mark Justison, Rachel K. Sreebny, and Brendan van Meter. Bored? Why not check out 1980's DJ night at The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) starting around 11 p.m. [source: Bug Jar calendar]

T U E S D A Y

This morning at 7:30 a.m. in the cafeteria overlooking the arboretum in Bausch and Lomb (140 Stone St.) is the Artists Breakfast Group meeting ... anyone interested in art or creativity is invited. Updated: Today from 12:12 p.m. to 12:52 p.m. is another Books Sandwiched-In in Gleason Auditorium at The Rochester Public Library (115 South Ave.) Today's subject is Basilica: The Splendor and the Scandal: Building St. Peter's by R. A. Scotti as reviewed by Bishop Matthew Clark of The Catholic Diocese of Rochester (1150 Buffalo Rd.) [source: Friends of the Public Library e-mail] [all ages] Tonight at City Hall (30 Church St.) is another Mayor's Night In with Mayor Robert J. Duffy from 5:30 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. [source: City Hall press release] Tonight at 7 p.m. at The Flat Iron Café (561 State St.) is the Hot as Fire Spoken Word / Open Mic hosted by Moosie. [source: Flat Iron Cafe webstie] This evening at Verb Café at Writers and Books (740 University Ave.) at 7 p.m. is another 25 and Under featuring the works of younger authors. [source: Writers and Books calendar] [all ages] The Dryden Theater at George Eastman House (900 East Ave.) will be showing Tillie's Punctured Romance starting at 8 p.m. They'll be showing a newly restored print of this film starring Charlie Chaplin (not playing the Little Tramp) with live piano from Philip C. Carli [source: Eastman House calendar] [all ages] The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) will be hosting Trees Are Down, and excellent, simple synth-vocal band Roger Houston starting around 9:30 p.m. [source: Bug Jar calendar] [18+] Daily Perks (389 Gregory St.) is hosting an Acoustic Open Mic featuring JoAnn Vaccaro from 8 to 10. [source: Daily Perks calendar] [all ages]

W E D N E S D A Y

Tonight at Johnny's Irish Pub (1382 Culver Rd., still smoke-free) at 7 p.m. is 8-Minute Dating. [source: Johnny's Irish Pub calendar] The Dryden Theater at George Eastman House (900 East Ave.) will be showing Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade starting at 8 p.m. If I remember correctly, this was another fun trip into the Indiana Jones world ... of course, the last time I watched it was during the time when I liked a lot of crummy films as well. [source: Eastman House calendar] [all ages] Updated: Tonight at A|V Art Sound Space (N. Union St. at Trinidad St., #8 in the Public Market, formerly the All-Purpose Room) is These United States, and Adam Arcuragi starting around 8:30 p.m. [source: A|V Space e-mail] Tonight probably starting around 9 p.m. at Water Street Music Hall (204 N. Water St.) is Al DiMeola with his Consequence of Chaos 2006 Electric World Tour. [source: WITR calendar] Poor People United meets tonight and every Wednesday at 7 at St. Joseph's House of Hospitality (402 South Ave.) [source: the proverbial grapevine] There's an Open Mic for Acoustic Music at Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) tonight around 8. [source: the proverbial grapevine]

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