India Arie at the Merryweather

That little white spec down there is India Arie. She opened for John Legend a couple weeks ago at the Merryweather Post Pavilion out in Maryland.

I knew she was going to be good, but...she is a goddess.

She gave Chris chills. She almost made me cry. (And you all know I don't cry in public.) She played all the songs I wanted to hear.

And she put on a good show. I particularly liked the part where she ripped off her dreads to reveal her gorgeous bald self.

If you ever get the chance to see her, go.

Washington Folk Festival at Glen Echo Park

The Washington Folk Festival at Glen Echo Park was this past weekend. They had every kind of music from bluegrass to gospel. That'd be the gospel group in the pic.

Weather was idyllic. Crowds were thick, but not impossibly so. There were a lot of kids around, which didn't make the boyfriend too happy. The small people eventually pushed us off.

Aside from music, the park was highlighting arts and crafts, many of which were made on premises. Glen Echo has classes in ceramics, painting, glass blowing, writing, and just about every other creative thing you can think of.

There is also a historic merry-go-round, a dance hall (where they teach dance), and a cafe. It's pretty much a crafty person's dream. The highlight for me was watching the glass blowing. I really need to learn how to do that. Look how happy he is!

Moscow String Quartet at the Freer Gallery

The Freer Gallery put on a free concert last week. the Moscow String Quartet performed four compositions.

First, let me say that these women were amazing musicians. Two of the songs they played were beautiful, one by Mikhail Glinka and the other by Alexander Borodin.

The other two pieces were written by Sofia Gubaidulina. That's her all the way on the right. They were a little crazy.

The first piece should have been playing in the background of a 1950s murder flick. It was, as Chris pointed out, the perfect music to strangle someone by. And there were quite a few candidates in the audience - the guy in the front row who was reading and fidgeting rudely, for example.

Also, the old, rotund, curmudgeon who yelled at the ticket people when we arrived was a good candidate for strangling. The other curmudgeon who yelled at someone for looking at one of his programs could have used a good throttle too. There were a lot of jerks in the audience is what I'm saying.

But I digress. The last piece was truly bizarre. They flashed red and green lights on the stage. The women played their instruments with little balls on slinkys. I know there was supposed to be music in there somewhere, but I did not get it.

Most of the audience still gave a standing ovation at the end. The musicians deserved it. They were amazing, even if one of their songs was kooky. The composer....well, she was old and we were polite.

Hawaiian Plays and Fainting Spells

Friday, Chris and I went to a play at the National Museum of the American Indian. Before the play, this Hawaiian group played music in the Mitsitam Cafe.

The cafe served Hawaiian food, including some rather delicious lumpia (little egg rolls). They also had a sweet and imminently drinkable pineapple coconut cocktail.

The play was called The Conversion of Ka' ahumanu. It takes place in Hawaii and focuses on two women missionaries and three Hawaiian women. Subject matter ran the gamut from European exploitation of indigenous people (and resources) to indigenous people selling their women like cattle. It was a very feminist play.

I won't say I liked the play, but I did find it thought provoking. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the end.

I fainted.

You see. I am very, very (did I say very) squeamish. I have a particular phobia when it comes to needles and knives. The play had a very, very (did I say very) long act about one of the women's mastectomy. It was a mastectomy without drugs. It was descriptive. It was pretty much my worse nightmare.

I started feeling nauseous, but I didn't want to get up in the middle of the play. It's rude. Next thing I know, the voices got really far away. Chris says I let out some sort of moan and started slipping down in my seat. He had to help me out of the theatre.

After my recovery (head between the knees outside of the theatre), I stopped in the ladies room. While I was in there, one of the actors from the play came and asked Chris if I was all right. Apparently, they noticed from stage!

So embarrassing.

Shakespeare's Birthday at the Folger Library

The Shakespeare Folger Library celebrated Shakespeare's birthday on Sunday. These poor people looked fabulous, but they must have been dying in the 90 degree heat.

Activities included face painting, a Renaissance fashion show, a plant sale and juggling class. Small people could make their own brooches or garlands, write with quills, and participate in a scavenger hunt. There was also a huge birthday cake for all the guests.

The library turned out to be an amazing building. I'll have to go back when I can take more pictures for you all. The place was packed on Sunday.

We managed to catch a performance by the Classical WETA players. They were good. Here's a little taste:

Whitehouse Hippy Protest

I believe I have mentioned in past posts that protesters often gather in Lafayette Park behind the Whitehouse.

Sometimes people camp out, sometimes they just walk around with sandwich boards and a megaphone. Code Pink likes to get creative - shoe throwing, animal outfits...

A couple weeks ago, Chris and I were walking through Lafayette on our way somewhere and ran into these two (pretty awful) musicians who were giving a concert straight out of 1969.

They had all of about four people grooving to the music and another twenty or so tourists taking snaps and moving on. The sign says "Wanted Wisdom & Honesty Peace Park." Peace Park is a 24 hour a day vigil that has been going on in Lafayette Park since 1981. Not sure how camping in the park is supposed to bring peace, but I guess it can't hurt.

Now if they started a little Lafayette Park agriculture project, that might spread some peace.

Erhu Musician in Washington, DC

I love this guy. He plays an erhu, a Chinese string instrument that goes back like a thousand years.

He plays it over a recording of an odd selection of jazzy pop - the kind of songs you can never quite place.

I often run into him as I am getting off the metro in Dupont or Farragut North. I think he must hop around from metro to metro.

I'm guessing he makes a pretty decent amount of cash, as he is adorable. He also seems like he's digging what he's doing. He may have discovered an enjoyable and recession proof job.

Street Musicians in Washington, DC

It isn't quite New Orleans, but there are still plenty of street performers in DC, especially musicians. On a nice day, Dupont Circle will usually have some entertainment.

These kids were in town from New York and trying to make a few bucks. Later, they were joined by a very strange and possibly homeless man who sang obnoxiously over them.

I think the kids were annoyed with the interruption, but the audience thought it was great. I'll bet they even picked up a few extra entertainment bucks. Besides, street performing isn't exactly a controlled environment.

Another common site is the trash can drummer. Here's one we spotted in Chinatown last week: