What’s worse than sleeping in on a workday (which isn’t so bad if you’ve mastered the zen state of grogginess, can quickly shift gears into autopilot-brain, grab some clothes, get on the streetcar & sort out your troubles in transit…a Travis Birkenstock kind of morning, if you will…”I would like to say this. Tardiness is not something you can do on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness..”) ? Waking up at this ungodly hour on a weekend a.m…..foiled. I’ve officially sold-out my body clock to ‘the man’ & can’t enjoy the simple pleasure of snoozing into the double-digits on this Saturday (”I have a uh…mental alarm. I set my head for… quarter to seven and…pop!…I get up!”) Brutal. Brutal extends to the fact that the Y doesn’t open until 8 on weekends & its chilly & raining outside, so no-go on any outdoor runs for awhile.
Enough bellyaching, truthfully ‘the state that i am in’ is more likely because of a beer overdose than sleep deprivation. Josh coerced us into watching the Edmonton-Detroit series kickoff & we finegled him into accepting our local Newfie bar. A fine compromise. After txt’ing around to see where the other hockey-loving friends were physically & fan-camp-wise, Josh took it upon himself to engage Ozzy in a Calgary-Flame-war via mobile. Tho my uncle Jimmy & my dad are probably sleeping soundly after the Wings win, we’re not ordering octopodes anytime soon.
After the game, we were at a loss for concert-going….there really is a big black hole of decent, affordable gigs for the next stretch. A ton of tickets have gone on sale for Phoenix-size venues in June+, but without knowing when we’re off to London (& when I’m off to Japan afterwards…), there’s no point in buying Streets or Charltans tickets now & worrying about unloading’em in a month….The dearth of decent shows in April/May is probably for the best, I need to finish this work-related paper-thing & stop dawdling & procrastinating…
That said, I should probably hit up Malajube on Wednesday, not for my enjoyment, of course, but to vote for good Frenchie music by proxy for the Beau….
It’s rare that you get a good franco-lyric indie band…We Are Wolves are still at the ‘Louie Louie’ lyrics reading-level & insist on singing in English…It’s really more my duty, as a good-music-encouraging scout, to darken Lee’s door on Wednesday night, & not at all a work-delaying & money & time wasting self-indulgent exercise. Well, there you have it - I’ve been enlisted by nationalism, federalism, and any other meritous ‘ism’ to attend this gig (”Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism’s in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, “I don’t believe in The Beatles, I just believe in me.” Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus and I’d still have to bum rides off of people.”) I would work, if I could fit it in, but this show is just more important to the country, & all….(& maybe Regina Spektor on Monday, too - to show that the Cold War is really over…)
The newest Jah Wobble & Cat Power CDs have been the transit pics lately, me Mum send me some Hawksley Workman discs that weren’t to her HW-as-cabaret-crooner likings…& I’ve been gifted with a pilotdrift .zip…The standout must-listen to album for me is still Dangerdoom - it got me through Xmas baking purgatory & boonies-time, the Adult Swim cameos are still killing me on stitch-inducing runs…can’t recommend it enough…
On that note, maybe I should try for some early morning ‘napping’ to compensate for a late-ish night & an early morn….
Peace,
meegs
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