I've been whiling away my time today in room D1, the concert corner. I've enjoyed S.J. Tucker, Alec Adams, and most of Tricky Pixie today. Sooj has an amazing, Tori Amos type voice (without the horrible phrasing), a huge grin, and incredible energy in her performances. I died a thousand times listening to her sing. (I can see where the band name came from, too. She's a stitch!) Alec Adams is quite the ham, with a cocksure stride and a holo-hero glint off of that smirk. His voice is deep and growly, and he has a cute patter about women. He calls them "goddesses" and says that he gets the last word in any argument: "Yes'm." He also has a great patter about the Fae version of The Devil Went Down to Georgia being "a redhead thing."
As a total aside from the music, I have to wander down the path of gender identity. Mr. Alexander Adams was, in my childhood, Miss Heather Alexander of Magic, Moondust, and Melancholy
. I have known about the change for years, but never seen him until now. Stomping and striding around the stage, he is so happily masculine that, if I had no idea of history, the only possible giveaway would be his arm definition is odd. Also, his wife is still selling Heather Alexander albums and talks about his history without a blink. I'm so pleased for their happiness.
ETA: I got to talk to Alec at the vending booth while getting autographs. I mentioned seeing Heather in '99 at Balticon, and our conversation about the Shadow Stalker album, and how she thought it wasn't masculine enough. He told me that he found that interesting now, because he didn't realize what he needed until 2004 or so. At which point, as he put it, in a voice from
a movie that is slipping my mind
Princess Bride - "I had two albums to make, a video to shoot, Heather to kill, and Cory to frame for it. I was just exhausted!"