I had a long, nasty night at work. I’m finishing a bomber of Ommegang’s Hennepin. That helps. I’m also listening to the Scents and Subtle Sounds from our Phish show in Camden in 2004. That helps even more. I’ve written about this song before. It’s pointless for me to listen to it while it’s still… Read More so ready.
My Twitter friend Goob posted a typically cryptic link to this earlier today. We seem to share an eclectic taste in music, so I pulled it right away; when I first listened, I think I hurt my jaw when it hit the top of my desk.
It’s a hockey night in Pittsburgh, and on Twitter, that inevitably means a onslaught of letangssexhair hashtags. I’m not entirely clear on who started the best-ever unofficial Penguins hashtag on the whole internet; I do know it began during the series against the Caps, and I’m going guess it was the creation of either @kdudders… Read More switched at birth.
When I woke up from an epic mid-day nap this afternoon, I checked Twitter to catch up on what I had missed over the three hours I was out. I came across a short tweet from Cindy: “Whatever ails you today, Patti Smith can make it right.” It was followed by a short link, to… Read More perfect.
When we set up in the parking lot outside the Spectrum, we started talking with a local about what would happen to the building once it is torn down later this year. He said there were the two Dead shows, followed by an extended run of the circus. My response: “No no no — the… Read More goodbye. hello.
It’s a busy day. Here’s a few bullets for you: I’ve been a little slow getting cranked up for our Dead show tomorrow night in Philly, but a night talking with Yohe about music, combined with a little time listening to shows from the last couple weeks, has me ready to go. The post-Garcia version… Read More dead derby weekend bullets.
Uncle Crappy 