The RAILS Band Gig Diary - Entry #23 Show Date: April 1, 2009. Venue: The Bushy Beard Pub
A busy show with many friends and quite a few new listeners. Thanks to everyone for coming out. We appreciate you sharing your time with us!

Last December, someone who attended one of our shows said we were a ‘SteamPunk’ band. This designation seemed to make sense because our musical roots are firmly planted in punk, and our rhythm and sound is reminiscent of trains, not to mention the sound of steam engines that we use as backdrop throughout our shows.
But this term Steampunk was new to me, and I was curious to find out more. One evening, I poured myself a glass of wine and logged in. Searching the sl engine and peeking into profiles, I was lead away on a journey of discovery. Taken back in time, I found myself among cogs and gears, flying airships, monocles, barrels and slowly turning propellers. Lush fabrics and beautiful muted colours with plenty of iron and steam. It was a whole new world and very enchanting in deed.
The most memorable interaction of the trip occurred in a place I now know to be called Babbage. As I took a moment to allow things to rez around me, on a cobblestone road under a gas lamp, I realized I was not alone.
Coming out of a shop was a gentleman. Clearly a man of society, he was wearing one of the most amazing outfits for a male avatar, I’d seen. The shirt was a beautiful deep red with a frill at the collar; the jacket dark and debonair, with flowing tails.
He greeted me with ‘Good evening, Madame’. Trying to fit in with the mood of the place I replied, ‘Good evening, Sir. I quite admire your attire’. He told me that his suit had been designed by his true love, the fine lady who ran the shop from which he had just come out of. After a little chat about the lovely evening and what had brought me to New Babbage, we bid our farewells, and each continued on our respective strolls. It may be a false memory, but in my mind’s eye I recall that there was a light dusting of snow falling, and he left footprints as he walked away.

Then I was alone to explore. If I’d been wearing the same footwear in real life and walking all over on cobblestones like that, my feet would have been killing me, but hey, in Second Life you can dance in pretty shoes and take walking tours in stiletto heels without getting a blister.
I explored all over the seven sims that make up the region, but then forgot to take note of where I was and teleported away, with only the memory of this dark and mysterious place, borne of a different point in time.
I was taken in by this world of Steampunk.

Following attempts to find Babbage again came up empty, because I couldn’t quite remember what it was called. I searched “Baggage?” … Nil. “Barrage?” … No luck. I was destined to live with a dream-like vision.
That is until, one day months later, I read a Second Life Fashion blog, stating there was a shop offering a gift of a beautiful ‘period’ suit for men. I followed the lead and was delighted to find myself, once again under the gas lamp on the same cobblestone road, in front of the same shop.

So, for this show today, Jeremy wore the vest and pants from the gifted suit, and since we now know where Babbage is, we went there to take the photos for this post.

Please read on for details.
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