We had people over a couple of times last week. On Thursday we had the fifth Salon Slolab, the silly name we have given to dinners where we invite a group of 4-6 people to come over and eat with us. They have been a learning experience food and planning wise (we've alternated kitchen captaincy and both had big successes and times when we did not, ah, prepare enough food). Funny that despite a lifetime of going to dinners at adults' houses, it takes hosting to realize that actually it is nice to have multiple courses and doesn't feel quite right if there's only one. The dinners have all been really fun and lovely and each one different from the others. They've also felt faintly ridiculous, a little like adult-couple cosplay. But hey, SRB and I are an adult couple.
On Friday AF -- SRB's former roommate, back in town to apply for his visa to the States so he can join his girlfriend in NYC -- and a few other friends came over after a concert at FACE, the local arts nonprofit. AF has been recording music and he played us a couple of finished tracks, which was cool. One of the guys who came over was a huge rock star here in the 90s. I've met him a bunch of times, he's around and a nice and interesting guy. (His second act has been to create an animation studio whose flagship is a children's TV show about a schoolteacher in Pakistan who dons a burqa to disguise herself as she fights bad guys.) SRB had a friend from high school visiting in April, one thing led to another, and now she's planning to stay for the foreseeable future. She's a travel writer/vlogger so I guess Pakistan's as good a place as any to be, and apparently unfazed by the 23-year age difference.
Anyway they were over, and AF was clearly chuffed to play him the songs and get notes. And just as clearly, he was into the music and the role of veteran musician offering advice: got up to leave the circle of conversation and get closer to the speaker so he could really listen. It was cool to witness and something I couldn't imagine in the States: the equivalent of Alanis Morisette or Eddie Vedder happening to be over at my house in a group of 7 or 8 people, drinking a whiskey and soda helping a friend who's just starting to commit to music.
On Friday AF -- SRB's former roommate, back in town to apply for his visa to the States so he can join his girlfriend in NYC -- and a few other friends came over after a concert at FACE, the local arts nonprofit. AF has been recording music and he played us a couple of finished tracks, which was cool. One of the guys who came over was a huge rock star here in the 90s. I've met him a bunch of times, he's around and a nice and interesting guy. (His second act has been to create an animation studio whose flagship is a children's TV show about a schoolteacher in Pakistan who dons a burqa to disguise herself as she fights bad guys.) SRB had a friend from high school visiting in April, one thing led to another, and now she's planning to stay for the foreseeable future. She's a travel writer/vlogger so I guess Pakistan's as good a place as any to be, and apparently unfazed by the 23-year age difference.
Anyway they were over, and AF was clearly chuffed to play him the songs and get notes. And just as clearly, he was into the music and the role of veteran musician offering advice: got up to leave the circle of conversation and get closer to the speaker so he could really listen. It was cool to witness and something I couldn't imagine in the States: the equivalent of Alanis Morisette or Eddie Vedder happening to be over at my house in a group of 7 or 8 people, drinking a whiskey and soda helping a friend who's just starting to commit to music.
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