Just Another Day in Hell

Think back to the bad old days of Taco the Nazi Orange Shit Clown’s first term. I used to joke that with all the bitching I sent toward him on twitter I was going to end up in front of the firing squad at some point. I wouldn’t be in the first round of executions and probably wouldn’t be in the second, third, forth, or fifth rounds. Eventually he’d get to me and I’d be finding myself in front of that wall staring down the barrels of the rifles held by my nazi toadie executioners.

Fast forward to teh bad current days of Taco the Nazi Orange Shit Clown’s second term. Last night he posted on his nazi fake-twitter that the nation is going to bring back a bunch of cruel and unusual execution methods. One of them was firing squads.

Yup… one step closer. Look at me being all Nostradamus and shit.

Here’s a cat to lighten the mood.

What Year is It?

It’s a weird throwback kinda night. Allow me to explain (and in doing, demonstrate how lame I am).

We never cut the chord with cable TV. We just unplugged the box and only watched cable shows via their Apple TV apps. We had to sign in to our Verizon account in order to use those apps, but that was okay.

Recently, Verizon sent us a new cable box and we thought… what the hell, and hooked it up. Tonight, for the first time in years, possibly decades, I am sitting in the living room flipping between the Bruins vs Buffalo in game three of their first round play off series, and the Red Sox playing the Fucking Yankees at home.

The Bruins just scored to take a 1–0 lead in the second period. The Fucking Yankees just scored to take the lead in the seventh inning and they are now in position to finish a three game sweep. The Bruins are definitely the underdog in this first round series, but the series is tied at one. with the exception of the third period in game one they have looked decent. The Red Sox, however, in the early days of the 2026 season just… suck.

Change of subject, remember the post I made yesterday or the day before about Dave Mason passing away? I just saw a fucking beer commercial using Joe Cocker’s cover of Feeling Alright and it made me both sad and angry. Fuck you, beer company.

Change of subject again, we knew this was coming but tomorrow it arrives. My band’s drummer is moving out west. The band is pretty much over. I don’t see us finding a new drummer and surviving this. I am happy for him. This is a great opportunity for him and his wife. It’s really exciting and I wish them the best in the future. For the band though… rest in peace.

Back to the hockey, the Bruins just killed off a Buffalo power play. The Sabers have yet to score a power play goal in the series and we’re halfway through game three. Good job, Bruins.

I was just going to wrap this one up and click the publish button but then the Bruins were awarded a penalty shot. Let’s pause a moment to see how it goes.

The shot went wide.

Let’s hope that’s not a sign or an omen or anything like that.

Not How It’s Supposed to Be

Today is Earth Day. April 22, 2026. Happy Earth Day.

This morning when I got out of bed it was 31 degrees out and there was ice on the cars. I live in Massachusetts where Spring and Winter are the same thing. Again, Happy Earth Day.

Blah.

Dave Mason died. He was 79 years old. I’m not a big follower of his solo career but he spent a year or so as a member of the original lineup of Traffic and that’s enough to allow me to call myself a big fan.

Traffic’s first record was good. Mr Fantasy. It was weird and quirky but it was good. Their self-titled second record though… holy shit. That record is amazing from start to finish. Mason wrote “Feeling Alright?” which was covered by… everyone, and a massive hit for Joe Cocker. I prefer the original. It’s not funky like most of the covers. It’s mellower and a little bluesier and maybe… what’s the word I’m looking for… less self confident? Maybe? I don’t know. I just prefer the version on Traffic’s second record to any other version I’ve heard.

Chris Woods the sax/flute/anything else he could get his hands on founding member of Traffic died in 1983. Jim Capaldi the drummer/percussionist/sometime vocalist founding member of Traffic died in 2005. Dave Mason the guitarist/vocalist founding member of Traffic died in 2026. Steve Winwood the vocalist/keyboardist/guitarist/bassist/anything else he could get his hands on/living legend founding member of Traffic is now the only one left.

It is silly to be sad about a 79 year old musician whose career dates back to the mid-sixties passing away. I mean… everyone around his age is nearing their end. That’s just how life works, right? Still… it sucks to lose them. By all accounts, Mason was a good human… even if he and Steve Winwood didn’t get along so well (at least that’s what I always heard). It sucks to lose the good ones.

Maybe if the temperature wasn’t below freezing on this Earth Day morning I would feel a little better about it. Maybe I’d feel well enough to try to write a pun using the title of Feeling Alright… but I just don’t have it in me right now.

I Am Going to Scream

I’m not going to give any context for this post. No back story. No explanation. I am just going to say this:

I am going to scream.

That’s all. Just in case you missed it:

I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.
I am going to scream.

There. That’s the post.

Looks like the Save act failed to pass the Senate last night. That’s good. Fuck you, fascists. It doesn’t change the fact that I am going to scream though. Also, The Mandalorian and Grogu is going to be released in (I think) 31 days. That makes me happy. It also doesn’t change the fact that I am going to scream though.

Patriots Day

Today is a holiday in Massachusetts. Patriots Day. Did I get the day off from work? Nope. I live in Massachusetts and I work in Massachusetts but I did not get the day off.

Bummer.

The Red Sox played their annual Boston Marathon Monday 11:00am game. As the leaders were crossing the finish line I had a break between my nearly endless string of conferences calls that was long enough for me to put the game on the radio for a couple of innings.

The very first word I heard from the broadcast was, “disaster.” Uh oh. It was the third inning and Sonny Gray had just been pulled due to an injury. Disaster, indeed. Crud.

On one of my endless conference calls today a coworker from another group mentioned that she is about to go on a trip to Bermuda. I am so jealous. My parents went to Bermuda on their honeymoon. Based on that it’s practically required that I go someday, isn’t it? That’s how it works, right?

I don’t know… maybe I just need a nap.

Grrrr

251 years ago today the American Revolution began with a fight in Concord, MA that extended into a Colonial Militia harrassing a column of British troops in Lexington, MA. The shot heard ‘round the world, as it were.

That’s what happens when you piss off people from Massachusetts. Bank on it, mother fuckers.

I am so sick of seeing the nation that grew from that event in 1775 being run by fascists and pedophiles and criminals of all shapes and sizes. I am fucking sick of it.

I am so fucking mad I can’t even think straight anymore. Furious is way too polite a word.

That’s the spot where it happened, right there.

Down

Why am I feeling down this week? Hey Robbie, why so blue?

I don’t know. If I knew, I’d fix it but I really don’t know.

I can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything. Is this what being stuck in a rut means when people say they are stuck in a rut?

I want to play guitar and write crappy songs and record crappy home demos but I stare at my guitars in their cases and I stare at the GarageBand icon on my laptop and I just can’t bring myself to do anything.

I wanted 2026 to be the year of live music. I’ve been to one show an have tickets to two more but there is a Jenny Owen Youngs show in Portsmouth next month that I’d love to see and I can’t bring myself to do anything about it and The Pineapple Theif is playing in Somerville in November and the tickets go onsale today and I just can’t bring myself to do anything about it.

I want to start taking advantage of the Spring-ish weather and go outside and shoot pictures. I was thinking of the sunrise at the ocean visit for this weekend but the forecast calls for heavy clouds both mornings and any thoughts of anything else just vanished into thin air.

I want to read books, and I’m in the middle of one, but I just look at the cover and sigh and don’t even pick it up. I’m following a bunch of TV shows (The Boys, The Testaments, For All Mankind, Daredevil, Star Wars: Maul) but I only pay attention in the mornings when I’m exercising or at night just before bed (which I stopped doing last year because I was waking up with headaches every day and don’t think for a second I’m not scared shitless that that particular bullshit is going to start up again) and even when the episodes are excellent I find my mind wandering away.

Work is… work. I have a thousand things going on and I am having a hard time covering all of the things that I have to do.

Shit.

I don’t know. We’re one work day away from the weekend. We’re going to a live comedy show tomorrow and on Sunday we’re going to see Project Hail Mary again, this time on an IMAX screen. Maybe I’ll cheer up. I hope so. This sucks.

Front Yard

There has been construction work on our tiny little street for months. The road is a total mess. Today, the construction extended from the road…

…to our front yard. Ouch.

I mean… we didn’t really need a front lawn, did we? No…

A lot of this was cleaned up after they replaced our gas meter and made sure everything was hooked up correctly. That’s nice and all, but I really want my street back. Preferably repaved. The potholes are lethal.

April 15th

Today is tax day in the US. It’s also my dad’s birthday. Of course he was a tax accountant. It was his destiny. I miss him a lot.

Today is also the anniversary of the opening of Fenway Park. Also fitting for Dad’s birthday.

It’s the anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s death. He was shot on the 14th and died the next day. My dad was a bit of a civil war buff.

It’s also the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. I don’t think Dad ever saw that movie.

Google April 15th. For some reason there were a ton of Earth shattering events that happened on that date. It’s weird in a cosmically weird way.

Stuff

I looked at my work schedule for the next two days and… Holy shit, I don’t have a single moment without a meeting booked over the next two days. It is going to suck tomorrow and then I’m going to go back on Thursday and it is going to suck then as well. Damn it.

In other news, my step daughter just did something awesome and it is awesome. Things are crazy exciting. Crazy!

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