Today is day two of the Kansas City Renaissance Faire. It is also my second day this year singing with Madrigalia Bar Nonne at the Festival. So as a teaser here are a few clips of us singing yesterday. These clips were caught by anachronistic spy devices from the modern era during live performances. The sound was captured from odd locations, with all the accompanying odd background noises. What always amazes me is how well we project through all that white noise going on, at whatever volume levels.
So listen, enjoy, and maybe come out and here us live, and get us in full color.
Today’s column is later than usual. Technical issues.
I spent today at the Kansas City Renaissance Festival, both listening to musical performances and providing them. I also had my video camera in spy mode to capture some of the footage. Since I was in performer attire, I couldn’t be seen to be obviously operating modern equipment I shouldn’t know anything about as a resident of the Renaissance.
Today’s blog is going to feature the group “Flutes A Bec”. I became acquainted with this group 3 or more years ago. They come out usually one weekend of the festival to showcase their recorder ensemble. It is made up of Channing Horner, his wife Louise (both professors emeritus of Foreign Languages at Northwest Missouri State University), their two daughters and another professor at Northwest Missouri State University. I became acquainted with them because they tended in past years to share a stage with us, and we share some of the same repertoire, and would thus sing, or play, an occasional song as part of the other group’s performance slot.
This year the Horners’ 50th wedding anniversary was this weekend, so they had a lot of other guests, and family, out during the festival, and were performing on a new stage: the Duxbury Wine Bar Patio. The stage was new, in the sense that the Bar Patio had been extended (doubled) with some new wood decking. The only problem was they didn’t add any seating yet, so people walking by who stopped to listen didn’t stay long.
My group, Madrigalia Bar Nonne, had been scheduled at the Patio a few years ago, while it was still a smaller, more crowded deck. We found it a fun place to sing, but the Patio overlooks two other performance stages, places where dramatic stories and sword fights take place, with lots of yelling and cheering, which makes it interesting when you are singing or playing less boisterous music.
I managed to get the following clips of the Flutes A Bec in performance. You can hear a lot of that background noise in some of the clips, but you can also hear how well the flutes themselves project, and cut through the ambient noise. During one of the clips you may even catch sounds of the royal parade passing by below the stage.
(Note: Apologies for any inaccuracies or vague references to people or places. All of this information was compiled from memory and fragmentary sources. It is amazing what facts you don’t discuss with someone to learn about them when you meet them through a different common interest.)
Today I read a blog by one of my favorite authors (which, being a favorite, really means I need to find more time to read more of her works) plugging Labor Day Weekend ebook sales of hers and other independently published (“Indie”) authors. Since I was struggling for a theme for my blog today, it helped solve my dilemma. I’ll do my own plug, just not for books.
The Kansas City Renaissance Festival opens this weekend for its season of seven weekends, including two Mondays (Labor Day and Columbus Day). Madrigalia Bar Nonne will be there performing 4 half hour sets each of the 16 days — usually 1, 2, 3 and 4 p.m. For opening weekend we perform at the White Stag Inn for three sets, and then close at 4 p.m. at the Gallows Stage (plenty of good puns about closing at the gallows — but I’m not going there).
Stage schedules are subject to change from weekend to weekend. We might be at the White Stag Inn all seven weekends, or we might be in a lot of places. The weekend program can usually be trusted to locate us.
Okay, so this isn’t the big social issue about helping others, helping others in need, being the good Samaritan, the good neighbor. Just a little plug for my online game, and the fact that it is set up in certain areas to encourage working together, as teams, and helping each other out. And sometimes when you are helping someone else out, you get to see them earn an advancement or a reward. Like the player I did tonight. Seemed like it took forever to complete that building we were in, but when it was done he got a new gag.
So here are a few screenshots from Toontown Rewritten. The first from tonight, others from other times. All of them for the characters belonging to others that I helped achieve new levels:
This is what we saw when we pulled out our driveway:
The neighbors down the street had just moved in during the past week, and this U-Haul van had been parked down the street on the side Saturday night when we came home. We weren’t sure where they were driving it between Saturday night and Sunday morning to get it turned and stuck over the side of the road like this. But we didn’t go down the road to get out of the neighborhood Sunday morning.
When we got on I-35 to head north, just north of Liberty we ran across this:
The picture of the semi doesn’t do it justice (we took it on the way back — at 70 mph). It was crumpled and bent sort of accordion-like. The accident that caused it occurred the afternoon before (see this blog for other ways this accident affected other church-attendees for the weekend), so it didn’t affect our progress, but it was the second vehicle we saw in odd circumstance.
A few miles up the road we saw a horse-trailer on the side of the road, between Kearney and Holt. That seemed to be a simple flat tire being changed. That vehicle we expected to be back on the road soon.
Finally, between Lawson and the camp itself, we were slowed by a police car that first sped past us, then stopped on the side of the road where the shoulder got very low, grassy and wide before hitting the treeline. As were crept past the police car we saw the reason — another car slid off the side of the road and into/against the tree line. It looked to have occurred at least the night before — so why the police officer coming now? We did not know the answer to that.
But 4 separate incidents certainly instilled a sense of caution in our driving.
Besides the baptisms I wrote about yesterday, there was another use of water at Camp Wilderness this weekend, one with a smaller depth of tradition but currently part of a larger publicity campaign. Two people from the church used the time to complete the ALS challenge, and pass it on to other people.
Mark Whittaker, Youth and Communications Director, took the challenge, quite willingly, as you can tell if you follow this link to the (upside down) video posted on the church’s Facebook page. As Mark noted on his Facebook page:
This weekend was Avondale United Methodist Church’s annual “Worship it the Wilderness” weekend, where the church sponsored a campout at the Wilderness Retreat and Conference Center, and had its Sunday worship service at the campground. It was also when they chose to do the immersion baptism of the three members of this year’s 100th anniversary confirmation class that had yet to be baptized. My son Nathan was one of the three.
The youth group, which included many of the confirmands and all of the baptismal candidates, gave the sermon for the service in the form of a skit — on the story of the paralytic man whose friends tore open the roof of a house to let him down into the presence of Jesus. In the picture above you see Nathan as the paralytic who has just been healed, and his friends standing around watching in amazement.
That was followed by a potluck meal at the pavilion, and then an adjournment down to the lake for the Baptism, where Ronin Dmittri Dare, Jonathan David “Nathan” Lightfoot and Savannah Kya Louann Lindsay were baptized. They went in order of age, which meant Nathan went first.
Each one was “dunked” and then came out of the water to be prayed over by the laying on of hands by family and mentors.
Music, of course, was an important part of the service, both before and after the actual baptism. Songs sung included “Shall We Gather at the Lake,” “Creator of the Water”, God Claims You” and Because He Lives.”
After the singing and praying, the service was done, and additional recreation followed. Since the youth were by the lake, swimming ensued. The baptismal candidates, being already wet, led the way.
(Upcoming related blogs: ALS challenges at Camp Wilderness and the Accident Gauntlet.)