Blathering Idiot… again

I sure am.  I haven’t touched my guitar in over a month, but right now the world is conspiring to really make me want to be in a band.

Last week I went to see The Glass Set at the Middle East.  It was the first time in over a year that I went to a bar to see anyone.  I miss it.  Me and a friend or two used to practically live at TT the Bear’s, with The Middle East being home away from home.  I miss the volume, I miss the energy, I miss hearing new things that I wouldn’t otherwise ever be able to hear.  I just miss it.

Then yesterday the rock equivalent of a 1000 megaton bomb was dropped on the not-so-unsupecting world.  Mission of Burma’s new record, The Obliterati.  They made more than half of the songs available on the ‘net via The Obliterati website and their myspace profile, but damn if it isn’t infinately better when taken within the proper album context.  As I listened to it for the first time yesterday while driving home from the Burilington Newbury Comics I made sure everyone on Middlesex Turnpike and Concord Road was introduced to it through my car windows.  I kept having the same thought spin around my head… “Yes.”  That evolved into, “Hell Yes,” which evolved into, “HELL YES!” and so on and so forth.

The first pressing of the record is being released with a bonus DVD too.  This was a nice little treat for me.  The DVD contains four songs shot at The Tsongas Arena on December 2, 2004.  Burma was there opening for The Pixes.  I was there too.  Hell, it’s the Tsongas Arena in December, my hockey home away from home.  The two very sweet older ladies who run the coffee stand (and who also sell the awesome home made cookies that I usually gorge myself on during the second intermission) both joked that I was there at the wrong time.  I felt sorry for them once the music started because it was loud.  Damn loud.  I sat in my hockey seat which was as far away from the stage as possible.  That was okay, I was sick as a dog that week and didn’t really feel like pressing into the crowd.  (everyone who didn’t catch my bug that night can line up to thank me now)  Anyway, now I have this cool little DVD as a reminder of the ass kicking night of rock at “The Senate.”  (The Senate… that’s what I want everyone to start calling The Tsongas Arena… Paul Tsongas was a US Senator… get it?)

So I’m listening to Mission of Burma… thinking back to last week’s show by The Glass Set… thinking about going to O’brien’s this week to see Emily Grogan… and missing being a musician.  Maybe I’ll write an email to some of the guys from Break Even and see if they’re sick of not being in a band too.

Who knows.  Until then I’ll leave you with a line from The Obliterati.  The song is called “Nancy Reagan’s Head”, written by Clint Conley and the line is, “I’m haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan’s head / No way that thing came with that body.”

I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought Nancy was a Martian.

Thanks Mission of Burma!