I had to work late the night before, as I always had on Mondays. And I had a meeting to cover Tuesday night. So I wasn’t planning on waking up until late that morning. For some reason, I did. And for some reason, when I turned on the television at around 8:50 a.m., I didn’t… Read More five years ago.
When I pick up my guitarThis is the song that always comesDon’t know what I’m singing ’bout andDon’t know what forI think about youAnd I think about Rosebud Wish there was a song to singTo bring you backBut you can’t get here from nowhere I guessRosebud’s shipwrecked up on the OhioBehind a wall of glassTelling… Read More rosebud.
When I arrived home from work this evening, I gingerly exited the air-conditioned car, walked through the steaming 88-degree air … and into an air-conditioned house, a blissful 72 degrees inside. The Wife walked up, gave me a hug and thanked me for insisting on the AC. And though he isn’t sure why, Miles is… Read More thankyouthankyouthankyouthanky…
I learned today that Vince Welnick died over the weekend. He was the Dead’s primary keyboardist from 1991, starting with that year’s fall tour, until the end of the run in 1995. If I remember right, I even saw his first run of shows at Richfield, the only three he did flying solo before Hornsby… Read More spinal tapped.
While we were in Cleveland, Ramrod died. Joel Selvin, music critic for the San Francisco Chronicle, explains here. The old days seem to be getting further and further away.
If I could trouble you to check out Other People’s Stuff over there on the right, you’ll notice a couple recent additions that I think are worth checking out. First, you’ll see the blog of Sean Daly, the music critic for the St. Petersburg Times, and a neighbor of the Sister of Uncle Crappy. Sean’s… Read More hey. look.
Uncle Crappy 