I am alive..!
Barely...
Man, I haven’t hit the ground since I got up for work on Friday morning. After work, I tripped into Philadelphia, picked up my daughter and went to a concert in the basement of a huge church in downtown Philly. I was actually interested in only one of the bands (The Magnolia Electric Company / Jason Molina / Songs:OHIA, et. al.), but really enjoyed the first band, which, unbeknownst to us, was comprised of two of her friends and some other really talented folks. Nice stuff, very rocky/spacey… The second band, whose name escapes me, was a quartet from San Francisco. The music wasn’t too bad, kind of folksy-country, but very sappy lyrics. Third up was Br. Daniellson… ok, dig this. This band has about seven or eight members, all dressed in kelly green polo shirts, kelly green headbands, white Dockers… the lead singer (Br. Daniellson, I presume) is dressed up like a huge tree… we decided to hang around for one song to see what this was all about. It started out ok, but then turned into a bunch of high pitched screeching by four women playing various odd instruments and the guy in the tree sounding like a pit bull got him in the balls. We decided to partake of the night air during this set. If I ever go to another show where this guy is playing, I’m going costumed as a huge beaver with a chain saw…
Jason Molina / The Magnolia Electric Company was great. I have to say that I was expecting them to sound like their cd’s, which are pretty dark and moody, but the rocked out. Very, very talented bunch of guys. I’ve been a fan of his for many years and it was great to finally get to hear him live.
So, that was Friday night… I got home at two in the morning. Grabbed a few hours sleep, got up and did some painting, then got ready to go out to dinner with The Bloodhound and Mickie… back to Philly we went. After dinner we went to Nightmares on Broad Street, a horror/haunted walk through set up in the old Spectrum sports and concert venue. What a hoot. There were six or seven sets to wander through, all different themes, with great lighting, sound and fog effects, fantastic character actors in costumes jumping out from the shadows to scare the crap out of you. (Yep, they got me a few times…). Got home around twelve thirty Sunday morning, grabbed some more sleep, then got up and did grocery shopping. The Mrs. made a huge pan of baked ziti, salads and bread and we then tripped back to Philly yet again to hang out with our daughter and the Mrs. dad, eating, drinking and watching football. After the game, we headed home and got in around six thirty.
Around eight I decided I needed some serious down time, so I went to bed. Before I did, however, I set the alarm for five, just to get an extra half hour’s sleep. Something strange occurred, though. I fell asleep, only to have the alarm wake me up. I look at the clock and it said 5:00 AM, just like I set it. I stumbled into the bathroom, took a pee, then trudged downstairs to put some coffee on to brew. As I was pouring the water into the machine, I looked up at the clock on the microwave… it said 12:15 AM. "Well, that’s weird", I thought. I then looked at the clock on the cable TV box and the kitchen clock and they too said 12:15 AM. I think I must have f’d up the alarm clock when I set it… nice. So I fixed the clock, crawled back into bed and tried to fall asleep again, which took an hour. Needless to say, I not only look like the walking dead, I feel like one.
So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it…
later.



pearls before swine...