Updated: November 17, 2001 - Wait. Do I have a Rockapella webpage? Did I forget about it? OK. Maybe a little. Or maybe I had to do other things... like go to school and pretend to be a responsible person who does things other than tinker with her webpages. I know. How boring.

So why update now, huh Laura? Well. How about this: I finally got myself to a Rockapella concert. And I'm sure that I'll feel compelled to write about it in a relatively short amount of time. Translation: Soon there will be a review. Soon, my kittens. Soon.

Layout update - So, here's the skinny. Or the fat, as the case may be. Hell, maybe even the phat. I want to do something neat and arty with the layout of this page, but there just aren't fabulous, well-focused, high-res images of Rockapella floating around cyberspace, ripe for the picking. And I'm not really keen on stealing other people's neat pictures of les Rockapellas that they took at concerts. So I thought (lightbulb!), how about a layout that doesn't feature pictures of Rockapella at all. That way, I can violate the copyrights of people who will probably never never ever find out. Sound like a plan? Yeah howdy I sure thought so. So I started messing with pictures of body parts. No kidding. Larynxs and diaphgragms and vocal chords and other singing-related equipment from Gray's Anatomy. The result: Psh. It looks wicked cool. The problem: I take the pictures of Rockapella off this page, and who in bloody hell is going to figure out, at first glance, that this is a Rockapella webpage? I mean, obscurity and messing with people's heads is occasionally (OK, frequently) fun, but it just doesn't seem like the time or the place. In the meantime, you can look at the pretty pictures and let me know if it's just too weird for the average Rockapella crowd. (the diaphragm) (the larynx)
And actually, if you have some smashing/gorgeous/not crummy/exciting pictures of Rockapella that you'd like to donate for a LMNI layout, let me know.

Updated: May 31, 2001 - In building the new layout for this page, (It should be posted soon. I'm still working some major kinks out of it.) I was thinking about instruments, and then about the human voice, and then about how the equipment of singing is so palpable and almost ordinary, if anything about the human body can be considered ordinary, compared to the spiritual guts of singing. Your lungs might look like my lungs might look like Barry's lungs, but his obviously do something different, something decidedly more miraculous than the lungs/larynxs/vocal chords of the average Joe, Bob and Sue on the street.

I like that idea: that something we absolutely can't see and can't measure is the very thing that defines us. I don't really know how that fits with Rockapella in particular, other than the fact that they most certainly have some kinda magical ephemeral essence thing going on between head and chest that I certainly don't.

Added - Over the Wall. The blow-by-blow of Laura's interesting yet not particularly memorable trip to hear Rockapella sing the National Anthem before the Red Sox/Yankees game at Fenway Park on May 30.

Also - Please be a doll and sign the guestbook. I've been hesitant about getting one, mostly because I was petrified that no one would sign it. Oh well. Hang it out there I will.