Posted on April 23, 2002 at 8:56 am | No Comments
A week later and the weather goes to hell. Ok, enough of the small talk. “Should we talk about the weather?“. I think not.
I feel like I’ve been non-stop since last Thursday, when a late work-night at became an early work-morning… finally getting to sleep at 2am and back in six hours later. Followed that up with a Friday night party, a Saturday rock show, a 7am Sunday work shift, and a Monday handling the fallout of the previous day’s work-related changes. You’d think I would have used last night to catch up on some sleep… but nooooo…
Bloggers of Boston Unite
Last night at 608 was the first (and fairly well-attended) gathering of some boston bloggers, a group which requires nothing more than that you maintain a weblog to be part of. Nice to meet a few new folks, including organizers Shannon and Sooz (although, admittedly, I ended up gravitating towards conversation with friends Matt, Mary, and Heath).
The meeting place was well chosen, as Mr. Neil Halstead made a tour stop at 608 to play a show for the mellow and appreciative crowd. Neil’s one of my musical heroes, actually… the man behind Slowdive, one of my favorite bands. I haven’t been as into the stuff he’s done since (with Mojave 3), but I was certainly in the mood for his solo songs last night. A fine evening overall, but one that ended a bit later than my body and brain wanted it to.
The afformentioned ‘saturday rock show’ was none other than DC’s always-rocking-never-stopping Fugazi (who I haven’t seen in ten years), along with Champaign, Illinois’ Poster Children (who I’ve been trying to see live for 10 years). Both bands played a healthy mix of old and new, and each proved you make with the punk rock well into your late thirties and not look even remotely silly doing it. Hell, Rose from the PKids is a rock goddess as far as I’m concerned. And she’s got a black belt in Tae Kwon Do!
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a crowd that massive and not felt like running to the nearest open field, but I felt completely comfortable up near the swirling mass at the front of the mass art gym. And as if I didn’t know I had the coolest wife ever, Amie was right beside me the whole time, fending off the encroaching moshers with her forearms. We may have been the oldest kids up there, but hey, it didn’t feel like it.
Speaking of Fugazi, I found an old cassette of a soundboard recording from their 1991 Burlington, Vermont appearance. In a fit of inspiration, I transferred the whole tape to my computer, encoded it, and made it available here. Great stuff.
Posted on April 17, 2002 at 12:45 pm | No Comments
91 degrees with the sun and the skin on full display in downtown Boston. We’ve have officially skipped Spring, and I think it’s my fault. You see, I have four little sculptures hanging in my livingroom, each depicting a season. The Spring one fell and broke, and I have yet to replace it. Better get on that. Actually, no.
I blinked and a week went by. An incredible, warm-weather week… with citywide walks, relaxing lunch breaks, intense in-home workouts, band practices, burgers on the grill, and baseball broadcasts on the tube. Once again, there is nothing whatsoever to whine about. How about that?
The Worth of a Thousand Words…
One of the reasons it’s been a week since my last entry, aside from summer’s early arrival and less time on the web, is the fact that my free computer time has been spent updating the photo section of my little web site. Click the photos link to the left and you’ll see what I mean. New photos of friends, pets, bands, boston… all sorts o’ images. And there is still so much to do.
“Don’t You Just Love the Sun?…
Doesn’t It Make You Feel Good All Over?”
As the heat peaked at 91, I strolled down Newbury to purchase the new Pedro the Lion cd. It is as good as I hoped… maybe better. It’s sinking in deeply already. My Spring (no, Summer) soundtrack is taking shape.
Ce Soir at 608
Check the info on the left… there’s a cool show tonight at 608 (formerly Lilli’s) in Somerville. Kimchee Records night, with lots o’ great people playing, including Chris Brokaw, Seana Carmody, Tiger Saw, and Victory at Sea. If I can drag my ass out after practice, I’ll be there. Weeknights get tougher & tougher, the mornings after get rougher & rougher. I am not yet old.
Later on Links
I have catalogued waaaay too many links over the past week… an overwhelming number that will take far more time to comment upon than I have time to give. Perhaps later.