Five years ago, I went through a great deal of public angst over whether to attend my 20th high school reunion. That angst was prompted by a not-so-hot time at the 10th reunion which was followed by a boycott of the 15th. And as I told you before, my trepidation over the 20th was unfounded.… Read More a different reunion.
Mrs. Crappy and I are seeing these guys — the Carolina Chocolate Drops — on Thursday night, thanks entirely to Mrs. Crappy. She had heard them on World Cafe a while back and has been dealing with a mild obsession ever since. She has that North Carolina connection with the band — she lived in… Read More a necktie will make you die.
A couple weeks ago, I sat down to listen to a stream of Wilco playing in Madison. While I listened, Jeff Tweedy took advantage of a break in the music to gently chide Madison, for a lack of official attention on the part of city officials while the band was in town. Tweedy noted that… Read More the best ever.
My friend Ethel just finished a post that mentioned how this song, Roger Miller’s “King of the Road,” got stuck in her mom’s head recently, prompting a mother-daughter singalong while they strolled around her mother’s nursing home. I can’t think about this song without thinking of REM, and the boozy version that was included on… Read More a man of means by no means.
I get another Wilco show soon, right? OK.
Happy Groundhog Day, y’all.
Uncle Crappy 