Some enterprising gentle in Artemisia has captured the sweet vocal stylings of one of our Outlanders.
Check out his page of Uprising photos and MP3s: click on the third link down, called "OhLord". See if you can figure out who it is. She's gone through a name change recently.
I'm so excited! In a mere 26 hours, I'll be comfortably seated in the Louisville Colony 12 Theater, watching the midnight premiere of Serenity. I've got a posse of friends showing up, two of which are joining me in the "Cunning Hat Club", and we're all going to get geek-a-licious! Want your VERY OWN Jayne hat? Well, Paxknits can make you one. But not by tomorrow.
Anyway, help support this movie! Everyone reading this should go see it too. Read Radhole's Firefly review to get you in the mood.
Many, many friends are also making the journey from near and far to attend this private screening. I suspect I won't be the only one dressed up. I will be posting photos as soon as I get this darn memory card reader figured out. Gorram technology.
For your enjoyment, and because I just know that this will be neccessary for tomorrow night, here's some lyrics from "Jaynestown". So when do we get to go to the crappy town where I'm a hero?
Jayne...
The man they call Jayne...
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne
Now Jayne saw the Mudders' backs breaking
He saw the Mudders lament
And he saw the magistrate taking
Every dollar and leaving five cents
So he said, "You can't do that to my people"
He said "You can't crush 'em under your heel"
Jayne strapped on his hat
And in five seconds flat
Stole everything Boss Higgins had to steal
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne
Now here is what separates heroes
From common folk like you and I
The man they call Jayne
He turned 'round his plane
And let that money hit the sky
He dropped it onto our houses
He dropped it into our yards
And the man call Jayne
He turned 'round his plane
And headed out for the stars
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne!
After the SIX hour drive ( which normally takes about three and a half ) I arrived at 6 pm on Friday, with plenty of time to set up my tent. If you've ever seen me at an SCA event, you know about 'the red tent'.
This being the last camping event for me this year, as I set her up, I started to remember some of the fine, funny and freaky things that have happened in this tent.
No, I shall not go into detail, sorry. Those that were there, were there, and those that weren't, too bad. Let's just say I waxed nostalgic.
Anyway, I camped with Caer Galen, about as far from the rest of the event site as you can get. I got my exercise all weekend, walking up the hill to the store/restrooms/showers and the list field/merchants row area. The event being at 9000 feet elevation made this somewhat of a challenge, but I'm also 15 pounds underweight right now, so everything makes me tired.
A couple of other friends from Unser Hafen showed up, so we decided we would annex a small part of Caer Galen's land for our own. They didn't seem to mind, as we were in the 'nylon ghetto' section.
Friday night's rapier tournament was really fun, being a 'light saber tourney'. Reminded me of the glow stick madness from Rogue Camp. I missed getting into the list because I was helping some new arrivals set up their tent in the dark, but I arrived in time to see the battles. Now, these weren't the light sabers that cost $120, that make their own sound effects. They were glow sticks taped to epees, so each fencer had to make their own sounds. Zhoom. Zhoooooom. Kishhhh! Very dramatic, and lots of Vaderish breathing from the Sith Lords. Darth Thomas won, if you are wondering. Huzzah to the Dark Side!
That evening saw myself and the two Unser Hafen friends wandering around looking for something to do. I had just been bemoaning the fact that no one from Darbuka ever shows up [because this event falls the weekend right after Rogue Camp, and we're still all very tired] so there is never any drumming. Lo and behold, we hear a rhythm. We investigate.
We find two guys and a dancer in their camp, around a fire. After a bit of conversation, we get passed drums and a wooden frog to join in with. Oh, and there was a fine twanky coke can being played as well. So if you heard drumming at Barons War friday night, that was us.
Next day's fencing melee's were just too much for me to handle, as I discovered that being tired, underweight and at 9000 feet will do incredibly mean things to you if you also happen to have drank a couple of beers and a shot of BarenJager the night before. It was just pickups for me, and I got wiped out fast. The rest of the day was spent eating, socializing, and perusing merchant row.
So here's where I'm going to get a little opinionated. Did we really need four different booths selling boffer weapons? Out of what, eight or nine merchants? I certainly hope all you merchants did well at this event, but I can't see how you possibly could have. Sorry, but last years' selection of merchants was much better. Not that I have any money to buy anything right now, though, so it's moot.
The new Baroness of Terra Insubstantia is Kerridwen, and I'm rather sad that I missed the fighting. I would have liked to have seen that. Now she carries her own Barony with her for the next year, and all who come within 10 feet of her are within her lands. Scary, huh? The years that Don Dio managed to obtain this award, his land size was cut down to just a one foot radius, lest he hold too much power.
Saturday night's court was great, but I'm not going to list awards and such because there was much funnier stuff going on. Like Lord Charismos in a tiny little dancing boy outfit. With red undies. Apparently there was some sort of bet or something, I don't know. The royals had fun ordering him around.
After court I found myself at Darkspire, where there was a wedding celebration for a new couple in Dragonsspine, complete with free food. And bawdy bardic. And playing with fire. I sang "Gold and Green", for the first time in years. That was fun.
Well, Saturday night was a long night of wandering around and socializing, but I made sure not to drink too much, as I knew there would be nothing like a hangover while I'm packing to leave.
Anyway, for those of you who asked for it, I'm publishing the words to Gold and Green here. I expect you all to know the words by next Baron's War. There will be a test.
The banners we fly of Gold and Green,
are woven deep onto my heart.
Along with the battles, along with the tears,
the laughter, the songs and art.
Any ground I'm asked to defend for the stag,
I'll hold with all of my might.
We'll redden the fields with the blood of our foes,
When the Outlandish army unites.
Strong is the hold of the Outlands,
on my heart and on the field.
Strong is the hold of the Outlands,
when we line up our sword and our shields.
In camp when the battle is done for the day,
our bards tell victory tales.
In firelight red we dance until dawn,
with our cups full of Outlandish Ale.
Embroidered upon my soul is a stag,
grows stronger with each passing Reign.
Wherever my travels do take me,
in the Outlands my heart will remain.
Strong is the hold of the Outlands,
on my heart and on the field.
Strong is the hold of the Outlands,
when we line up our sword and our shields.
Strong is the hold of the Outlands,
in my heart and in the Dream.
Loud is the cry of the Outlands,
long live the Gold and the Green.
