There are plenty of things I should be writing about. I need to post the first official FAUCNFFC standings. I need to tell y’all about the Asshat Tweetup coming up on Saturday. I should recount the experience Mrs. Crappy and I had removing the carpet from our living room over the weekend so we can… Read More my angels went to vegas.
I gave my favorite ticketing whipping boy another chance this morning and, sadly, the results were mixed. I had to go back to Live Nation to try to pick up tickets for the Phish show at Darien in August. And I’m happy to say I didn’t have to re-live my nightmare from a couple months… Read More live nation life support.
Here: I just got back from a bike ride around my new neighborhood, my first of the — should I say it? — spring. Yeah, let’s go ahead and call it spring. I think it’s going to snow on us one more time, but yesterday and today are enough to make me forget about skiing.… Read More getting warmer.
I hear Hampton, Va., is lovely this time of year. Especially, say, this weekend. I wish I was there. — Flickr photo: “Hampton Coliseum,” by maalivahti.
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.
Uncle Crappy 