Besides that night’s show in Cincinnati, I had one thing on my mind when we got up Sunday morning — breakfast. And that’s when the day got weird. Mrs. Crappy found a place in Fairlawn called the Sweet Pea Cafe that had a fabulous-looking breakfast menu and sparkling reviews on Urbanspoon and Yelp. I had… Read More #ohiotour (sunday).
We left with plenty of time on Saturday to make a stop at Vintage Estates to supplement the cases of Oberon and Route 113 that would get us through the weekend. Our hotel was just a 15-minute, back-road drive away from Blossom, which is still my favorite music venue anywhere. We scored a couple of… Read More #ohiotour (saturday).
As I told you in the previous post, Twitter was responsible for helping me solve the Great Mystery of the Song in the Target Commercial. Twitter can be helpful like that, and in this case, I would have lost my mind somewhere around lunchtime on Wednesday if I hadn’t been able to figure out the… Read More addendum, brain edition.
I know I’ve talked about this before (although I can’t find the reference at the moment) — my brain works, um, differently. I say this thinking specifically of music and what my brain chooses to hear when I come across a snippet of a song. My ears lock in on the melody, often to the… Read More brain missed the target.
Even though it’ll be another weekend before we start awarding points in the Sixth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge, I’ll post an update tomorrow night so we all can get an idea of where we stand. And in the meantime, I’ll be dancing my ass off to this guy tonight instead of worrying… Read More 19. first.
If I had to pick one guy, outside of the immediate circle of musicians or lyricists, who was responsible for the success of the Grateful Dead, it would be Augustus Owsley Stanley III. If you were a member of the GD circle, you knew him as Bear. If you bought LSD anywhere on the west… Read More 10. bear.
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