My wife and I stopped in at Racks Bar and Grill tonight. You know, the place my band often plays? There was more than one band on the bill. I didn’t realize they did that. Was it a special occasion? Also, they were both heavy metal bands. Lots of long haired folks in leather. It seemed weird.
This photo proves that the crowd tonight was a little different than the crowd I’m used to seeing.
My love and I are on a dinner date like the silly love birds we are.
Killing time at the food court….impatiently.
I have no idea if Showtime is part of our cable package or not. Probably not.
So… I guess I haven’t entirely given up on this year’s 5090, even though it would be a miracle if I even make it to 10. Never mind 50.
I haven’t posted anything today. Okay.
Ask me how much time I spent with my guitar this holiday weekend. Go on, ask me.
None.
Crud.
Back to work tomorrow. Think I can convince my beautiful Jennifer to go to NYC on Friday to see Clapton at MSG?
I don’t either.
I don’t like living in a Walter Becker free world.
Crud.
I recently discovered that there are actual live TV quality videos of Steely Dan from the 70’s. There are a few lip sync clips, and a couple of actual live performances that are so old they still have David Palmer in the lineup.
Enjoy the 70’s foolishness, and honor Walter Becker’s memory.
Wait, Dave Palmer singing “Do it Again” and Skunk Baxter playing congas? What kind of crazy world is this?
Here’s hoping the A/V sync is better when I play these here than it is when I played them on youtube. Yikes!
At first it looked like it might be another internet celebrity death hoax. Then it showed up on his website. Then it started hitting the news sites.
Walter Becker, one half of Steely Dan, has passed away. Legendary songwriter. Legendary musician. I managed to see one of the earlier Steely Dan reunion tours at Harborlights in Boston. It was a magical show.
67 seems too young to me. This one hurts.
Just staying up, waiting for the kids to come home from a game night, annoying the cat with Hipstamatic. You know, like you do.
It’s bad enough the tree in our front yard has already started dropping leaves onto the driveway, but does the calendar have to ruin things too?
Happy September 1st, everyone. August is over. Summer is over. We’re a work day away from Labor Day weekend. Bite me, I hate you, piss off. I HATE WHEN SUMMER ENDS!
The best season of the year, over in a flash… and that flash gets shorter every year. I HATE THIS!
We’re just weeks away from driving home from work in the dark and needing to wear coats outside (it’s a balmy 50 degrees out right now). Why, solar system, why do you have to do this to us!
Bring on nine months worth of me dreaming about moving to San Diego again. Enjoy.
