Digger's Diary
Convocation Hall
Toronto, Ontario
Tuesday, December 15, 1998

A twenty-five minute set of The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

After the show, we went home at a decent hour, unpacked the gear and went over to visit my pal Diesel. This is how our conversation went.

Digger: Hey Diesel, did you check out what a nice day it was? Nice weather puts Nash in a good mood, and it helps when the set-up goes smoothly. We arrived early (3 pm) so the boss could make sure his set-up was out of the way of the Mediaeval Baebes. Nash and I had plenty of time to check out the beautiful old campus. Squirrels galore. I got exhausted chasing the little buggers.

Diesel: Yeah, but what about The Baebes?

Digger: I was only in the building a short while before someone noticed me and said, "Nash,we don't need your dressing room security tonight." Out of a gig again. Convocation Hall? Isn't that where you humans are inducted into your rightful choice of occupation? Well, I got inducted into the doghouse. Another dump on the lawns of higher learning. Hah. (see The Grad Club, London)

Diesel: Tough luck, but, ahhh, what about the Baebes?

Digger: Every now and then, Nash would come out to visit. I got kind of suspicious after the fourth visit that he had a lot of time to kill. John came along (he's your boss, Diesel), and then Cathy and Doug came over just to play with you know who. Soon everyone left to go inside.

Diesel: Yeah, so you find dog pals at every occasion. Where are the Baebes?

Digger: Did I mention dinner? As Nash and his promoter pal Topper were sitting down to dinner in the hallway/dining room, in the door came the Baebes and their entourage. As the lovely ladies began to select their salads and entrees, they spontaneously started to sing, one by one, not all joining in, but those who felt the spirit to do so. It was a simple harmonic exercise, but in that tiled hallway, the effect was chilling: an a cappella vocal chorale from the ancient past. It sounded like grace.

Diesel: Yeah, that's the one I like, Grace.

Digger: Diesel, quit licking yourself.

Diesel: OK, I'll go lick Nash on the face.

Digger: Where was I. So Nash performed the final 25 minutes of his unique music score to the silent film classic The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Although subdued by the usual Nash standards of volume, the sound was very clean and the presentation was well received. As Nash told me, The Baebes were really nice people, and their performance very lighthearted yet provocative. They are not a classical presentation, but rather a return to the simple joys of early music. They laugh and enjoy themselves, and are not nearly as stuffy as your typical classical artist. There is also a subtle degree of pagan seduction. They have beautiful voices, music, bodies and faces. All aspects are exploited to the fullest.

Diesel: I'm licking myself again!!

Digger: Don't even think about it, Diesel, I'm spayed. At the end, Nash got his picture taken with The Baebes lying all around him. Hugh Hefner's got nothing on Nash.

Diesel: Lucky dog.

Digger: If you want to know more about the Baebes and their music, I highly recommend you visit their website at http://eden.vmg.co.uk/baebes.

Digger