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Monday, August 29, 2011

How fair is that?

Looks like I need to get caught up here a bit.

Thursday night, Mark and I went to go see Craig Morgan at the fair. If you love country music, and you ever have a chance to go see him, do. His vocals are awesome, and his show is definitely not boring. He did a couple of cover tunes, but did them justice. I'd go see him again any day of the week.

(from my phone ... I didn't bring my camera ...)

Friday night, we were back at the fair for the Cheap Trick concert.  What was I doing at a Cheap Trick concert?  I'm not sure!  Actually, I was taking a few photos for Mark.  He asked me to take photos of all of the various guitars that the bassist plays.  Since Tom Petersson's name is almost synonymous with the 12-string bass, there were sure to be plenty of photos for me to take.

Oh boy ... it's going to be a long night.  That's a lot of 12-strings.

Heck, there are probably more 12-strings in that closet than there are songs on the set list!

And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the MOST obnoxious "photographer" on the planet.  He had some pansy imitation DSLR camera, and had it pointed right in people's faces ... in the crowd!  With a long lens!  What he was taking photos like that for, I am not sure, but he got a couple of gems of me.  I'm sure he deleted them because he certainly couldn't post them publicly.  What an asshole.  And trim your eyebrows, dude.  And THAT ... coming from ME ... is pretty bad.

Moving on ...

Out comes Cheap Trick.  I'm ready.

The drummer.  He's sorta new.

And here's Captain from Captain and Tennille.  Oh no wait ... that's the lead singer, Robin Zander.

Here's Rick Nielsen on lead guitar.

Pretty cool looking guitar, eh?  Here's another shot of it.

And here's Tom.  On an 8-string.  But that's ok.  The night just started.  I can't wait to see what he pulls out.

Here's another one of Rick's guitars.

What's Tom playing?  Oh yeah, that 8-string.  Surely he'll break out the 12-string soon.

Here's Rick again with another fancy looking guitar.

And Tom ... with his 8-string.

And Rick with another one:

And even Robin brought out a couple ...

And Rick ...

... and Robin ...

And Rick....

And what's Tom up to?  C'mon Tom ... we wanna see your 12-strings!

Nope.  Still 8.  For some reason ... I thought he was going to play a 12-string, since that's what he's supposedly famous for.  I must have been mistaken.

Oh ... the crowd ... I wasn't digging it.  Those of you that know me know what that means.

Saturday morning, I was back out at the fair bright and early to help set up for the stockdog trial.  I wasn't running a dog or anything since I haven't been working dogs that much since I was basically confined to my parvo-ridden house, but I thought I'd do what I could as long as I was going to be there for other reasons anyway.  Once again, Echo decided that the fair is a social event, and didn't have her head screwed on straight.  She would work ... when she felt like it ... and would socialize when she felt that was more important.  So it was sort of like driving a car with no lug nuts on the wheels.  After a short trip around the track, and Don's help of getting things back to how they needed to be, we grazed the sheep while everyone set up ... then brought the sheep around the lake and put them in the trailer.  That was enough to convince me that I wasn't going to try to do anything important with her, but I instead ended up manning the trailer doors for exhaust.  Not terribly difficult, or at least I thought.

Pro-novice ran first.  The first set or two of sheep were a little squirrely getting them into the trailer, but no real troubles, and the rest was easier.  The handlers were grateful, and most would give me the "Thanks, Jodi!" as they pushed the sheep towards the exhaust.  Not everyone in the open class was a grateful or even possessed common courtesy, and couldn't manage to separate their shitty run from the rest of their world.  That's ok.  They're open handlers.  They're allowed to do that.

And I also need to learn a few things before I move up to open and become a snotbag.  If you have a nice run going, and you lose your sheep to the trailer with the sheep in it ... do not call your run.  If you call your run, you will end up with an RT on the scoresheet.  Instead, what you're supposed to do is work your dog on those sheep for the next six minutes with no forward progress, despite the fact that it's 90 degrees out.  That way, you will keep all of your points that you've earned, and you could win money if everyone doesn't get that far.  It's better for the dog, the sheep, and the trial.

See?  You learn something new every day!

I think instead of a stockdog trial, we need to do a Border Collie conformation show at this venue.  Or maybe doggie races.  We could do lure coursing around the track!  Yeah!


1 comment:

  1. "And I also need to learn a few things before I move up to open and become a snotbag."