I was pleased this morning to find a copy of Tuesday’s show had already been uploaded at the Archive. If you’re so inclined, you can download your copy here. And, as an illustration of how shaky my 42-year-old memory can be, you’ll find a copy of the setlist below. I used to write these down… Read More setlisted.
Last night, presented in pleasing bullet form: The meeting that Mrs. Crappy was asked to cover turned out to be a waste of time; the board did nothing, and she didn’t need to be there. Carnegie Music Hall: Wow, what a cool old place. The library complex is huge, taking up an entire block and… Read More dark starred.
I’ve already written once today about the fact that I might be a bit excited about seeing Dark Star Orchestra tonight. My excitement has just been tempered a bit by a phone call from Mrs. Crappy, who has been assigned to cover a school board meeting because some clown has barricaded himself in his house… Read More one night only.
A whole bunch of history and culture could possibly converge tonight at the Carnegie Music Hall in Homestead, and I’m happy to say I’ll be right there in the middle of it. 1. Today is Fat Tuesday, the final day before the start of Lent and a day reserved for excess of all kinds —… Read More let the good times roll.
It was just a house fire, reported around 10:30 p.m. Sunday. An old place in a little tiny section of Armstrong County called Boggsville, a hamlet not big enough to make it on maps of the Pittsburgh area. The old Victorian’s residents made it out without serious injury, so the fire wasn’t remarkable enough that… Read More ashes.
What we learned at tonight’s Iron Chef Point Breeze Crabcake Cookoff: Kim and I are both pretty good at this. We’re still not quite certain, but it appears I won the battle, which will get me a growler of something from East End — Black Strap, most likely — when we get around to it.… Read More no losers.
Uncle Crappy 