If going to church meant more experiences like this, I’d probably be a regular: That’s a clip of Robert Randolph, John Medeski and the North Mississippi All-Stars, during their too-short tour in December as The Word. It’s not unusual for me to find out about the really good stuff until after the fact; in this… Read More hallelujah.
For me, it’s a rite of spring: I look at the just-released list of performers coming to town for the Three Rivers Arts Festival, and start grinning like an idiot. For example: Friday, June 6: moe. Best jam-band going today Saturday, June 7: James McMurtry – roots & rhythm with a political edge – with… Read More i’ll be dahntahn.
It’s been an interesting few days. I had plenty of time to write … and I didn’t. The Wife and I are reasserting ourselves back into public life today, when we attend the opening of Inner and Outer Space, a new installation at the Mattress Factory in the Mexican War Streets. We’ve always enjoyed the… Read More i’m back.
A big part of why I love Twitter — even when it’s not working, as has been the case for most of this weekend — is fun, and most likely accidental, stuff like this: BBM, if we had a dishwasher — and, uh, children — I might be tempted to give this a try. Think… Read More the dishwasher?
I was having trouble sleeping last night, so I moved out to the couch, a change that usually has me snoozing like a baby in no time. But sleeping in the living room also exposes me to the daily efforts of our cat to make sure we understand that A) he’s hungry and B) it’s… Read More hey. hey. HEY.
I think I just made up a new word with that title. Hm. @ Our date on Sunday was spectacular. Dinner at Sonoma Grille would have been good enough by itself; the concert made it perfect. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band mixes guys who have played the New Orleans hall for decades — like trombone… Read More upcatcher.
Uncle Crappy 