I don’t have quite the same history with Mershon Auditorium, where I will see Wilco on my birthday next week, as I do with, say, the late Richfield Coliseum outside Cleveland, where I saw 11 Grateful Dead shows over the years. But the couple things I have seen there have been remarkable — and I’m… Read More home team.
I didn’t watch a second of the Michael Jackson service today. I haven’t said anything here about what I think about the biggest pop musician of my lifetime, the one who shaped what my contemporaries listened to while we grew up. Back then, I was chasing a different kind of musical buzz, and Mike’s stuff… Read More mike and jerry.
About 30 minutes in to the second set of Phish’s show at Star Lake, Yohe turned to me and said, “You got it.” He’s seen Phish many more times than I have, and he’s as good at picking out Phish songs as I was with the Grateful Dead. At some point before that, I mentioned… Read More we’re back.
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.
A few years back, I decided have a doctor look at a little sore on my shoulder, that one that didn’t want to heal. It had been there for nearly two years. It would dry up, and I think it was finally going away; then, out of nowhere, it would blister again. I had no… Read More fried.
I hope to see a lot of this this summer. This adventure started Dec. 26, when Mrs. Crappy and I opened our Christmas gifts to each other. If you read that post, you may recall that I was baffled by a long, skinny gift that turned out to be one of the most spectacular things… Read More strung out.
Uncle Crappy 