It’s amazing what a shot of music can do for me.

Uncle Crappy’s ass had been dragging for the last couple of weeks, boys and girls, with a brief and welcome respite provided by Fred and Ethel’s visit to Pittsburgh last weekend. That part was outstanding — a fruitful trip to the Three Rivers Arts Festival (and by fruitful I mean we bought stuff), a couple of hours at the Penn Brewery in observation of their 20th anniversary (and all the beer and sausage you might expect to go along with it) and a soggy Buckwheat Zydeco show at the point that night.

But despite that highly successful visit, I was still a bit off-kilter. Some of it was the Grateful Dead-related deaths I’ve already documented here. Some of it was the fact that I’ve been flying solo at work for the past two weeks, while my other cops/courts compadre was on vacation. I had fun handling that gig by myself, but there hasn’t been much room to breathe for the past few days.

So what got me right? Just as the cause was multi-fold, so was the solution. The biggie was the moe. show at the point last night. Buckwheat was excellent, but I apparently needed some true hippie music to snap my soul back into place. I needed, and here’s what I got:

Crab Eyes/Tailspin/Can’t Seem to Find/Rebubula/Yodelittle/Head/Brent Black/Tailspin/Where Does the Time Go/Rebubula (E) Nebraska

Keep in mind: The Rebubulas bracket non-stop playing, seamless segues and big, big fun. Seeing a free show can be a dicey proposition, in that many of you fellow audience members aren’t going to share your attention level. And I’m still have some difficulties with the kids these days and the basic deficiencies they have in terms of hippie concert ettiquite. But, especially when considering moe.’s set, that’s minor shit — easy to overlook. We got two-plus hours and drove home happy.

This is what it’s like being an addict. You may not even know what’s bugging you, but when you find the solution, everything’s OK again.

So. I’m back. Here’s a few other things I’ve been meaning to mention:

Um. Soccer. Thanks largely to Fred, I’m hooked on the World Cup. We watched games all weekend, and today, I listened to play-by-play of the U.S./Czech Republic match. In my car. On the radio. And The Wife? After abusing me through Saturday’s first match — the one where I suggested we go to Piper’s Pub on the South Side so we could watch with the England supporters — she got hooked watching the 0-0 tie between Trinidad and Tobago and Sweden. WE EVEN DROVE TO PITTSBURGH, AS PER MY SUGGESTION, TO WATCH ANOTHER MATCH AT PIPER’S. Yeah. We’re both now one of them.

Dirt Merchant posted a poignent reminder about what life should be about, in response to my post about Ramrod. Dude, you got it exactly right.

W. Ahh … umm … Christ, why even bother? I’m in too good a mood.

And one final thing, concernning even more recent news. I don’t want people to get hurt, and I’ve been to enough motorcycle accident scenes that I know even a mild one is a bad thing. But every single Stiller fan who made fun of me after Kellen Winslow Jr. wrecked his bike is welcome to stop over at my house, sometime in the next few days, so you can kiss Uncle Crappy’s ass.


  1. UC-
    I have two ‘4 1/2 year old’ statements to pass along – first – about the World Cup – we were watching a sports recap (you know, I’m really striving for ‘Father of the Year’, again) – and the announcer said the word ‘football’ – Kewyson’s oldest little girl said – ‘That’s not football, that’s soccer!’ How American, I mean, US centric – its what she learns at home, I guess –

    The other has no connection to Soccer, I mean Football – oldest little girl has been quite an emotional 4 1/2 year old the past couple of weeks – lots of changes going on – Kewyson wife out of town on business (Japan); Montessori school off for the week (they have almost as many days off as on) – so I took the day off to ‘watch the kids’ (which really didn’t start too well – wife called from Japan at 8:30 a.m. eastern time – (9:30 p.m. Osaka time) – children, dogs and dad were already out in the back yard playing on the swing set – I was gleefully explaining how younger daughter (just 2 years old) was enjoying laying on her belly on the swing and pushing back-n-forth; gentle spins, etc – when all of a sudden – she takes a header (wife thought I should have been closer to her – could you have imagined, getting lectured from 8000 miles away!) child screetching, silence from Japan – wow – what an ooofda! – anyhoo – let’s leave that tangent –

    Oldest young daughter and I went to the local store to get food for dinner – I wanted to make it a bit more fun – so we got ice cream first – sat outside the store on a bench – and this somewhat older (upper 50’s) lady padded by, slowly wobbling towards her car that was waiting right in front of us – she is over weight – carries a good belly – then oldest young daugher loudly, and I mean quite loud – states to me – ‘That lady is going to have a baby!’

    Well, I tried not to make much eye contact – divert the attention of oldest young daughter – didn’t help too much – the next guy who walked by was carrying an even bigger belly – “He’s going to have a baby too” came out –

    So, I wonder, in my strive to tackfully keep my child from stating the obvious, have I laid the ground work of the idea that only thin is beautiful?

    Well, time will tell – speaking of time, it’s 9:30, and I’m typing this note to you all – with both girls downstairs, awake – why can’t we have kids that go to bed early!

    Adios muchos


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