kadenza: (intermission)
For what it's worth, I appear for two seconds (2:43-2:45) in CAKE's latest video, The Winter, which was released yesterday. By some fluke, you can also observe me with my mouth hanging open in the YouTube preview (that's me in the corner). I filmed it last May on the Leslie St. spit, and honestly had forgotten all about it. It must have been a nightmare to edit, as evidenced by the fact that it took almost a year to finish.



Brief USA Today article here.

Also, I sincerely apologize for failing to post for nigh on two months. I'll shape up, I promise. Now that MIL has invaded Facebook, LJ and Twitter are pretty much my only remaining refuges.

cake talk

May. 24th, 2011 06:06 pm
kadenza: (generosity)
[livejournal.com profile] newschick and I went to see Cake on Saturday night. It was my sixth time seeing them, which isn't bad considering they don't tour very often. Anyway, we enjoyed ourselves despite the horrible venue (Sound Academy) which was made much more tolerable by the balcony tickets. Down below it was a complete general-admission mob scene I'm so thankful not to have been a part of. The capacity there is like 3200... ugh. Anyway, they played 21 songs and there was no opening act which was quite refreshing. I also danced like I was having a seizure, and I just didn't care who saw me.

On the way home we discussed how Cake is nothing if not consistent. You know what you're going to get, recorded or live. Speaking of recordings, I recently learned that their latest is their first-ever #1 album in 17 years. Quite a feat, considering they were dumped by their label and went indie after the last one, for refusing to put out a greatest hits. So, they must be pretty pleased about that.
kadenza: (schnitzel)
Yesterday, El Guapo turned 38. I made him a cake and iced it with a recipe I found on the intarwebs that sounded so crazy I had to try it. It starts off like a bechemal sauce with hot milk and flour, of all things, but you end up with something the consistency of whipped cream that is dangerously tasty. Like, not-enough-left-for-the-cake dangerous. I did have some trouble getting the butter and sugar to be not grainy, however. I used softened butter, though the recipe doesn't really specify.

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5 Tablespoons Flour
1 cup Milk
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 cup Butter
1 cup Granulated Sugar (not Powdered Sugar!)

In a small saucepan, whisk flour into milk and heat, stirring constantly, until it thickens. You want it to be very thick, thicker than cake mix, more like a brownie mix is. Remove from heat and let it cool to room temperature. (If I’m in a hurry, I place the saucepan over ice in the sink for about 10 minutes or so until the mixture cools.) It must be completely cool before you use it in the next step. Stir in vanilla.

While the mixture is cooling, cream the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. You don’t want any sugar graininess left. Then add the completely cooled milk/flour/vanilla mixture and beat the living daylights out of it. If it looks separated, you haven’t beaten it enough! Beat it until it all combines and resembles whipped cream.

Go karma

Oct. 19th, 2004 02:17 pm
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I just got back from my morning errands, including a stop at the MH box office. The whole ticket-upgrade thing was completely, mind-bogglingly true. I'm still scratching my head over it.

I met Marshie for lunch and we pondered our good fortune. He pointed out that three years ago, we got screwed over by Ticketmaster for a Cake show in Florida, so this is kind of coming full circle. I had forgotten that. In short: we coordinated a winter vacation around the concert, and were assured by Ticketmaster that the tickets would be waiting for us at the box office at 6. We arrived at 5, and were first in line at the gate. Trouble was, there was no box office. A guy with a shoebox full of tickets finally showed up at 7, but ours weren't there. Thanks to my receipt and a quick-thinking security guard with a cell phone, we did get inside, but too late. The show was general admission, and by that time the giant crowd that had gathered had already gone in. We ended up at the back of the venue, in the pouring rain.

Sigh. Anyway, despite all the stress and dampness, we still managed to have a good time, a true testament to the quality of Cake. I'm sure we'll experience some more of that high quality this evening. Go karma.
kadenza: (generosity)
Note to self: If you don't recognize the number on call display, it never hurts to answer anyway.

A woman just called me up from the Massey Hall box office. She said, "Is this Heather? You're going to see Cake tomorrow night, is that correct? And you're in... let's see... row O?"

I assumed, of course, that the show must be cancelled. My stomach just sank. I said yeah, that was me, and yup, those were my lousy seats. She continued, perkily:

"Well, we have an excellent customer relations opportunity here, and we'd like to upgrade your seats if that's ok with you. How does front row centre sound?"

Well, it sounded pretty fucking good. I babbled for a moment and then managed to blurt out, "Why??" She said that the promoter had been hanging onto these seats, but they didn't need them after all. They chose me randomly. All I have to do is bring my tickets to the box office tomorrow, give my name, and then sashay on up to row A. Shit like this doesn't happen in the real world, does it? I'm just shaking right now.

Her final words to me were "Well, Heather, please enjoy the show. I'm going too. Don't forget to wear your short skirt and long jacket."
My final words to her were, "I think I love you."

Edit: Upon further reflection, I decided the story just sounds too fishy. I googled the mystery number, and sure enough, it's the Massey Hall/Roy Thompson Hall box office. So for now, I guess I'll believe it.
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Sore shoulders this morning. I've been wracking my brain to come up with the reason, and I just hit on it: kites, of course. After a disheartening visit to a flooring centre where we learned it will cost, oh, six grand to get hardwood in our living room, kites were the perfect remedy. We went to a waterfront park in Etobicoke to try our luck. The wind was perfect: a steady, strong breeze off the lake. Since I left all the "good" kites in NB, we had only the b-list kites to choose from. These are the kites that are just too big to transport or have something wrong with them, but they all did amazingly well. Pink Floyd flew magnificently and astonished all onlookers from near and far, as always. The Big Giant Box Kite, bought last May and never flown, was also a smashing success.

I also had fun with my photo assignment from CAKE. The deal: they send you a sticker, you photograph it in an interesting location. The prize: free concert tickets for the top 10 winners. My Holga was loaded with a new roll of film, so I was only too keen to get started. The first order of business was to scan and print copies of the sticker, so I wouldn't have to be so careful with it. This proved to be a good idea, because inspiration first struck at the carwash. It's a pure gimmick, but the foaming brushes there produce multi-coloured suds. A surreal pastel mountain of the stuff soon accumulated around the car, and so sticker #1 was sacrificed and photographed, next to a front tire for context.
kadenza: (generosity)
So yesterday I came home. The trip to NY was very good, despite fairly shitty weather. We spent a lot of our time indoors in museums and whatnot so it wasn't a big deal. Saturday was extremely sunny and warm, and a morning at the botanical garden was enough to give my cadaverous winter complexion a bit of a burn.

Cake on monday at the Bowery Ballroom was really great. As reported, the sightlines and sound are excellent at the BB. The crowd of perhaps 450 was neither pushy nor loutish. They came to sing, and sing they did. One thing that impressed me was getting outside afterwards and realizing that I could still hear. Cake cares about my ears, but still manages to rock my socks.
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So today is my trip to New York (ok, New Jersey. But, you know, it's quite close).

Just doing some last-minute packing before heading to the airport later this morning. I'll be spending the weekend with my beloved friends, and Monday night with my beloved Cake at the Bowery Ballroom, oh yeah, all right, uh huh. Back Tuesday.
kadenza: (generosity)
Yesterday's games day was a great success, thanks to everyone who showed up and brought food! I thought it all went swimmingly. Note to [livejournal.com profile] epi_lj: I found a piece from Settlers on the floor I'll have to return to you at some point.

On Saturday we took care of various household chores and then went to my parents' place for dinner. My mother tried to get me to eat a fresh chocolate-chocolate-chip sourdough bundt cake which I found surprisingly easy to turn down. All I had to do was think about all the hard work I put in last week.

On the way home I was driving and stuck Comfort Eagle into the CD player and after a few minutes Marshall suddenly said, "You know, that Cake show we saw in Florida was really good." Fortunately we were stopped at a light or I might have driven off the road. The show in question, for those who didn't know me back then, was in February of 2002. Talk about a delayed reaction. "You what? You liked it? Since when?" I demanded. "I dunno... it was really fun and the music was good," he replied. Amazing.

It was a good show, but I didn't know he thought so too. I just leafed through my trip diary and found the appropriate entry. Something that made me laugh was a part where I noted that there was a lot of smoking going on at the show, and not all of it was tobacco, a fact that did not escape the notice of lead singer John McCrea. "We were under the impression that Florida was drug free," he deadpanned. "Cake is very disappointed."

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