Saturday night Owen and I went to another concert at the Savannah Music Festival. But we also did that last Thursday, so that’s where we’ll start.
I’d heard of Guster, but never listened to their music. When Bianca got tickets, I went on her recommendation alone. People who like the same music as you can be trusted. Guster was a fun band; the drummer had crazy arms and looked like Ben Stiller. What I really liked was the opening act: The Format. I fully expect to see them get some recognition for their catchy music. Before and after the concert there was free Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, cinnamon bun flavor (yum-o!). The people-watching was exceptional. There were a few hyper guys doing interpretive dances to the lyrics, some enthusiastic frat types, a pregnant woman rubbing her belly to the music, and old people. That’s always fun.
We got free tickets to see the southeastern premiere of The Namesake on Friday night. I knew that movie had come out a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t playing here. Now I know why – they were waiting to premiere it in the producer’s hometown. The movie was quite good; the actors who played Kal Penn’s parents were especially charming. But twice, twice, the film burned up right in the projector. It blurred and bubbled up crisply and then separated. Harumph!
So Saturday night was our final event for the music festival: a jazz band with John Pizzarelli. I like that guy; he's funny. There was a rather large amount of high school students in attendance, and on the way in I overheard one of them ask, “Is we in England?” Well, the walls of the Lucas Theatre do look like Wedgewood, Ali G. The teens were all there as part of a dopey con: some high school “all stars” were going to open for John Pizzarelli. It made the show too long, especially on the third straight night of sitting in theaters. Or theatres. Anyway. I just got free passes to an advance screening of Grindhouse. I am looking forward to some zombies to cleanse the palate.
