Mr. Small’s and the North Mississippi All-Stars. East End’s Big Hop on tap. Swampy blues jamming. An electrified psychedelic washboard. A sit-in with the opening band’s pedal steel player, Roosevelt Collier, of the Lee Boys. “Lovelight,” for crying out loud. There are many definitions of a good night. The above is an excellent example.
A weekend, in bad haiku: Blogfest was awesome Sign-in sheet, it’s almost full Hot. Open that door. — Empty the freezer Before they head to Boston Hey! Take home some steaks! — Mags go up in flames Beer guys could write, turned out Cornhole dulls the pain. — Vid shoot with the Sorgs Rachel looked… Read More summary.
I’m listening to tonight’s Pens game on AM radio. I can’t really complain; we are without Versus — and the rest of the cable company’s digital package — by choice, and I still love listening to Mike Lange call these games. There was a discussion on Twitter during Sunday’s game that started with Woy saying… Read More not taking chances.
For me, it’s a rite of spring: I look at the just-released list of performers coming to town for the Three Rivers Arts Festival, and start grinning like an idiot. For example: Friday, June 6: moe. Best jam-band going today Saturday, June 7: James McMurtry – roots & rhythm with a political edge – with… Read More i’ll be dahntahn.
It’s been an interesting few days. I had plenty of time to write … and I didn’t. The Wife and I are reasserting ourselves back into public life today, when we attend the opening of Inner and Outer Space, a new installation at the Mattress Factory in the Mexican War Streets. We’ve always enjoyed the… Read More i’m back.
I think I just made up a new word with that title. Hm. @ Our date on Sunday was spectacular. Dinner at Sonoma Grille would have been good enough by itself; the concert made it perfect. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band mixes guys who have played the New Orleans hall for decades — like trombone… Read More upcatcher.
Uncle Crappy 