I’ve spent the past week or so surrounded by cowbells.
More cowbells than usual.
Next time I go downtown to dig the Olympic crowds, I think I’ll bring my tambourine. I miss playing with my tambourines, which is kind of stupid, because they’re just chilling out in the spare room, waiting for me to feel like some noisemaking.
This song makes me want to go check out my spare room.
Junior Senior - Shake Me BabyAs my Saturday at work came to an end, my mental checklist kicked in. Keys? Got ‘em. Passport? Indeedy-doo. US dollars? Nope! I was going to Seattle for my birthday, and had no plans to buy anything for myself.
Soon enough, Scott and I were across the border and making fantastic time, shooting to make it to the Lo Fi Lounge at roughly the same time as the rest of the band. We arrived first, and waited nextdoor at the Victory Lounge for the others, or for the venue to open. The Victory Lounge offered up a nice bartender, a snappy IPA, and a smoking patio. I loved it! It was the perfect place to hide out from the rain. And the gear loading.
Tomorrow is my 32nd birthday. Hoo boy! I have no idea how I managed to get that old. I also have no idea how I’m going to celebrate it. I work tomorrow, so I’ll spend the majority of the day being very nice to other people. Come to think of it, I don’t remember the last birthday that I didn’t work. Maybe my “hoo boy” is more like a “ho hum”, or whatever the kids say these days.
But it’s not all stifled yawns and weighty sighs.
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Last night I dreamed that Pepsi sponsored free wifi for all of Vancouver. When my alarm clocks started going off, in the dream they were just alerts from various devices to let me know that they were switching over from my home network to this awesome new Pepsi service. It took me an hour to wake up.
My dreams always try to change my alarm clock sounds into sounds that I should ignore. Especially on Saturday mornings. If Pepsi really did grant free wireless internet access to my entire city, I wouldn’t use it. Eh oh NO WAY MAN.
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I was in high school when Late Night With Conan O’Brien first started airing. I think I was new enough for high school for it to have been middle school in most regions. I don’t remember exactly because that was roughly forty-seven years ago.
And I don’t usually bring up disowned relatives, but there was a particularly eventful time in my life when I realized that my uncles were especially disownable. My mother, my sisters and I were living in a house that they owned, and we finally found a new place in a new town. We anticipated the move with glee and post-dated relief. My uncles were assholes and we were finally getting away from them. I had just graduated high school, and I was in a period of limbo between high school and college, sticking around at home to help take care of my youngest sister, who had recently been diagnosed with autism. I didn’t have a lot going on. I didn’t have a lot of confidence. I watched a lot of television.
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