"Who is this?" he asked.
"I'm going to guess MGMT," I said. "It sounds like them." Sounds like them? Of course it was them; the sounds were tautened and expanded, vocals pitched up an octave. The keyboards were turned into sleazy synthesizers. Even elements of the original filter through what some would call a digital haze.
"How do they come up with that?" A. questioned.
I shrugged. "I don't know." They're geniuses. Indie geniuses that sound excellent on the radio but are second-rate performers. (Or so I've been told.)
I've also been told that the "Witching Hour" at Omaha's Blue Barn Theatre is, in its own way, phenomenal. Which is precisely why I chose--out of many different events that the Mutual of Omaha sponsored in honor of its centennial celebration--to go to Hysterical Blindness 3. At first, I wasn't sure if A. would enjoy a somewhat spontaneous series of performances, but I turned out to be quite wrong. Not only we were subjected to serious, bubbly, interactive, excited, humorous, slap-stick one-minute plays, but were also treated to beverages (including wine tasting) and sustenance outside the theater. Brilliant. (Which is why, out of all the places we visited, the Blue Barn turned out to be our favorite.)
We headed over to the Durham Museum (previously the Western Heritage Museum) next. Once a Union Pacific Railway Station, the building used to play host to around 10,000 travelers and 64 trains a day in the 1930s. Once Amtrak--the government's effort to consolidate passenger rail traffic--became 'popular,' the station closed. (The tracks behind the museum, however, are still frequently used. In the time that A. and I were in the area, we several Union Pacific trains go by.) Today, the architecturally-beautiful museum plays hosts to exhibits that explain regional history, as well as culture and science from days past. There are also trains, real trains--including an engine and a caboose--that that free to explore.
Every Christmas, there is a huge tree that is locally grown and cut in order to decorate the grand lobby of the Durham Museum.
This is the inside of the trolley.
Other events of the evening included a visit to the Bemis Center, a contemporary arts center that provides living accommodations/studios for artists who desire a supportive community, and Hot Shops, a 92,000 square foot art center filled with galleries, studios, and showrooms. There are also three anchor stores: Bruning Sculpture, Loken Forge, and Crystal Forge, where live demonstrations of glass-blowing took place.
Of course, no trip to the Old Market would be complete without a visit to some of the shops. Before we left the area for the evening, A. and I stopped back at "Retro," a store in the alley between Jackson and Jones. (I'm sure that if I mention the store sold incense, polyester pants, and hookahs in the 18-and-over room in the back, you can imagine the vibe of the store.) A. and I did find a few things to purchase, however (minus the incense and hookah).
That doesn't mean I didn't have the lyrics to "Kids" playing through my head as I browsed through racks of thick, patterned polyester shirts and fedoras, which I find eternally fashionable.
Take only what you need from it...