Written on Monday, the 1st of January, 2007 at 3:10 pm and was filed under:
Remember the Walt Mink concert at the Triple Rock last year? Still arguably one of the best concerts I’ve ever attended — and what a stroke of synchronicity:I randomly went to the Walt Mink site to look up some lyrics and saw that the tickets were on sale. Only a day or two later the tickets were all gone.
In any case, the first rough cut of any concert footage has been posted to Youtube by Chris Butler. If you’re curious, I’m in it, standing near the stage. Walt Mink: Stood Up
Written on Sunday, the 31st of December, 2006 at 3:29 am and was filed under:
Sarah might find a way to call me from Gatwick in a moment. I’m still awake, perhaps waiting patiently for the chance that she would call. I’ve been reading about magic wielding pirates until my eyes burned. I saw a friend’s band play. Home again, I drank free beer and inhaled the sweet air of television — but there has been no real escape from that twisting in my chest. All day it seemed like she wasn’t really leaving. All week I just went to work and spent my off hours with her like we had months before she would wing away.
It just didn’t sink in until I was almost to my car — or maybe when I was watching her in line with her passport and boarding pass in hand. Just ten feet, but thousands of miles.
Written on Monday, the 25th of December, 2006 at 4:05 pm and was filed under:
My second day of Christmas plans with the family don’t commence until 5pm so I decided to spend the day in my torn and sweaty pajamas. The Keathlys left a couple of hours ago, so it’s just me and PJ Harvey, rocking out like 1993. I was looking for a bit of speaker wire to hook up the subwoofer from my old car, but instead I found a million other things and moved around a bunch of boxes here in the basement.
Written on Monday, the 25th of December, 2006 at 1:19 am and was filed under:
Thanks to the miracle that is ChristmasI am beginning my two season News Radio marathon now. I promise not to stop until my eyes dry up and fall out of my head.
Bill: You do realize I’m just going to go and buy another cane, don’t you? Dave: Yeah, and I’m just gonna steal it again. Bill: Touché. Beth! Here’s one you can take right now. This one you can break later. Here’s one for the Hamptons. This one: I like — I keep. This one displeases me.