Something a Little More Fun

Last night’s post got intense.  So here’s what I think should happen in Star Wars Episodes 7-9.

Okay.  Think back to the first Star Wars movie.  No.  Not Episode I.  The ORIGINAL Star Wars.  Before we cared about it being A New Hope or any of that.  What’s the very first thing ANY of us knew about Star Wars?  The very FIRST image of it you have in your head?  I’ll answer for you…

“…a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.”

That’s an iconic phrase.  In one not-quite complete sentence, you’re immediately dialed into the universe and you know that what’s coming is an hour and a half of great news.  Except…wait a minute…  You know what you’ve never noticed about that phrase?  It’s “A LONG, LONG TIME AGO.”  Star Wars isn’t in the future.  It’s in the past.  It’s just also “far, far away.”  So it’s a distant past none of us knows anything about.  It explains a lot…like why they’re playing outer-space ragtime in the cantina scene (a speakeasy).  Star Wars is the past.  It’s…it’s history…

So here’s what I want.

I want the next three movies to continue chronicling the so-named Star Wars.  It gets rough, but New Luke (I don’t know the character’s name yet–but he’s New Luke and you know it) survives.  He’s the only one who does, and he does what anyone who loses everyone he loved does.  He runs.  He runs far, far away.  It takes a long, long time.  And when he lands on some distant planet, he has historical documents, chronicling the Star Wars–the history of his people.  And he stumbles out of his space craft, finding himself somewhere familiar, yet foreign to him.  He moves toward a group set up with bright lights.  The sign on the building reads “Mel’s Drive-In.” What is a Drive-In??? New Luke walks forward and sees a man with a camera.  He looks like he’s filming history…and…boy, Bob Falfa looks familiar somehow…

New Luke walks up to the man with the camera.  He’s clearly running the show.  New Luke can TELL he is important.  Everyone listens to him–they even do what he says.  “Please, sir…  I’ve come from far, far away.  My people have been through much.  Someone needs to tell our story…please take this chronicle of the Star Wars.  Tell the others.  People HAVE to know.”

“Okay kid.  I’ll read your script.”

The year is 1973.  And George Lucas is making American Graffiti.

Credits.

Late Night Babbling…

Minor edit made to be less harsh. People who signed up to follow me saw the original edit. Sorry to those three people.

Can’t sleep, so I’m going to write about why. This might be a little free-form, so accept my advanced apologies for what is bound to be some nonsense and unresolved thought.

I mentioned several posts ago that by all appearances, I’m going to be looking for a new church soon.  My present church is switching to Sunday night services that I am physically unable to attend.  I also haven’t been able to attend midweek services in some time, just due to work schedule/location.  So…that leaves me with no church come March when the transition happens.  I know that sounds like a long time away, but it isn’t.

I thought it would be a little bit easier of a transition for me than it’s working out to be.  Things at Pursuit have been ending for me for some time.  As I said, the Wednesday night group hasn’t been doable for me in some time, but it’s more than that.  I’ve been a church musician for as long as I can remember, but I don’t think I’ve played at church in over a year.  I’d asked not to lead, but if people still wanted me to PLAY, I’d be glad to do that.  No one has asked in all that time, including the guy I was regularly playing with, who brought in new guys from a different church and apparently had no more use for me.  So…that happened.  And then Wednesday nights happened.  And now this stupid time-change is happening.  (Sorry/Not-sorry to the leadership.)

I’ve left churches before.  I was a minister when I left my last one.  Then I didn’t actively go to church for about five years.  At that same time, I was still employed at the Christian college, and we had three Chapel services a week, so I was getting a regular worship environment and I just let finding a new church fall by the wayside.  (I know…shut up.)  Plus, it’s difficult being a minister without a church, especially when you work at a Bible College because–well–you KNOW THINGS.  There are a lot of churches I won’t go to due to dogma issues, personality issues, or having burned a bridge in the past.  When Pursuit fell into my lap, it was a God-send…I mean that literally.  So I really have no idea why He’s taking it away from me.  (Or me from it.  Whatever.)

I don’t know what I’m going to do or where I’m going to go.  I’ve said in the past that when someone’s asked me if I’ve ever thought of leaving Pursuit, my answer has been, “Yes.”  When they’ve asked why I’ve stayed, I’ve answered, “Because who the fuck ELSE will have me?”  I say it for the laugh…but also because it’s the truth.  I’ve been accepted at Pursuit in a way that I don’t think is able to be replicated elsewhere.  It’s been the first time in my life that I’ve felt comfortable in my own faith–unvarnished as it may be–and I’m absolutely heartbroken that it’s ending for me.  And it sucks going there every week and being reminded that it’s happening.  Every week since the announcement, I’ve had to WILL myself out of bed on Sunday, because I know that come noon, I’m going to be so depressed I want to crawl into a ditch and eat a banana cream pie.

I can hear you now…  “Well, it’s not like you have to stop being friends with people…”  Umm…  Ever left a church?  You don’t MEAN to stop being friends with people…but you do it.  It happens.  There’s a man I used to regularly have lunch with from an old church I used to go to.  He once told me he thought of me as “the son I never had.”  That was in the early 2000s.  It’s 2015 now.  I found out last week that he’s completed apparently ANOTHER round of chemotherapy.  I didn’t even know he was sick.  People call it a “Church Family,” but you tend to get a call when one of your cousins is in the hospital…  I was “the son I never had” to that guy, and if he’d died, I might have missed the funeral announcement.  You lose friends.  You lose “family.”  It happens.

And that’s what’s devastating about it.  Earlier tonight, I was looking at just the highlights of who’s in my Facebook feed–just along the chat bar.  All of the people who show up there are people from Pursuit.  All good friends.  Many of whom I won’t see after March.  I’m not just leaving a building–I’m leaving behind people I care about, because I can NOT figure out a way to stay, short of giving up either paying my bills or a personal tradition that means the world to me.  I can’t do either of those.  It sucks.  It hurts.  I’m mad at God, I’m mad at my church leadership, and I’m mad at myself.

And I can’t sleep.  I’m having anxiety dreams when I sleep.  Teeth breaking, waking up in cold sweats, panicked and alone anxiety dreams.

It might be another five years of not finding a church.  That’s a possibility.  I kind of feel like if God’s taking this away, then He needs to come to ME with a new church rather than making me seek out someplace new.  I didn’t do anything to cause this…HE did.  He shut the door, so isn’t he supposed to open a window?  (That’s a stupid expression…you’re not supposed to freely come and go through a window, you know.  That’s roughly akin to saying, “When God traps you in a bottle, he pokes a hole in the lid.”)

…anyway…  Thanks for reading that.  I’m going to try going to sleep again.  Happy teeth-dreams, Internet.  I’ll keep you posted on the things.

Quick Reviews

It’s September, or some damn month.  The year is nearly over and my thoughts are turning to “What’s going to be on my Top Ten list in December?”  I’ve bought a good deal of music and I’ve got plenty to choose from.  There’s still some stuff coming and some stuff I haven’t gotten to yet for one reason or another.  Thought it would be fun to do a list of the stuff I’ve bought (or been given) this year with a quick review of each one.  So…that.

Presented in no particular order. Here’s the stuff I’ve bought.  For those new to the blog (hi!) I’m into a little bit of everything (except rap and pop-country), so you might find something to love here among the stuff that you hate.

  • Modest Mouse – Strangers to Ourselves
    Pretty good.  It sounds like them.  I wanted to be more excited about it than I am.  I haven’t really listened to it since the week I got it.
  • Sufjan Stevens – Carrie & Lowell
    More like Suf-YAWN Stevens.  The songs aren’t bad, when you’re awake for them.  Y’know, as a guy who’s made a lot of records, I’ve always wanted to do something really minimalistic–maybe just guitar, vocal, and a piano.  Then I hear records like this one and think, “Yeah…I’m going to want to put in a bass and a drum kit and some distortion and just goddamn anything to make it interesting or at least listenable.”  Harsh, I know…but the harder I try with Sufjan, the more I realize it begins AND ENDS for me with “Illinoise.” Sorry if you like this one–I’m just talking about me.
  • Pokey LaFarge – Something in the Water
    Enjoyed the hell out of it.  Pokey is an anachronism.  He doesn’t belong in 2015.  And I love that.  Put on your seersucker suit and give this a spin.
  • Brian Wilson – No Pier Pressure
    A lot better than it should be.  People have criticized the production–particularly the admittedly out of place hip-hoppy drum machines–but Wilson’s always been known for using instrumentation you wouldn’t expect.  Don’t forget that people hated “Pet Sounds” when it first came out.  This one isn’t “Pet Sounds,” but I think it turned out nice.
  • Refused – Freedom
    Excellent, and nice to have them back.  Even though they promised they wouldn’t be.  I was listening to this again on the drive home from work yesterday, screaming along the whole way home.  This is one of those acts that, even though I’m not an atheist, can still get me singing along with lines like, “When we needed guilt, we thought of guilt.  When we needed God, we thought of God.”
  • Motörhead – (XXXX) Black Magic
    Excellent.  If this turns out to be their swan song, it’s a great one.
  • Carly Rae Jepsen – E-Mo-Tion
    Yes, I bought it.  The single’s the best thing on it.  But it’s still fun.
  • Iron Maiden – The Book of Souls
    Overwhelmingly long.  Would’ve benefitted from being a single-disc.  Also the drum-sound SUCKS and they need to keep Steve Harris out of the control room…but nonetheless, it’s a Maiden album.  There’s a lot to enjoy.  I particularly like “The Red and the Black” as an epic.  I don’t think it’s the best thing since “Seventh Son” or whatever, but it’s a good record.  I need to listen to it a little more.  The Motorhead show interrupted my enjoyment of this one and it needs to grow on me a little, still.  I’ve only made it all the way through twice so far.
  • Alabama Shakes – Sound & Color
    I hate to say this, because I loved the debut record so much…  But the phrase “Sophomore Slump” comes to mind.  I listened to it three times and just have absolutely no desire to hear it again.  People have been raving about it (most notably Patterson Hood from the Drive-By Truckers), but I just don’t know where the hooks are supposed to be on this one.  There’s not a single.  (That’s why you haven’t heard one, as compared to “Hold On” being everywhere a few years ago.)  It’s a miss.  I think people are only raving about it because they feel like they’re supposed to either do that or hand in their fedoras for disposal.  Hoping the third record is incredible, as so often happens in these situations.
  • Jason Isbell – Sea Songs EP
    There’s a good chance you didn’t know this one happened.  A download-only release of two songs Jason did with his wife Amanda Shires.  It’s just the two of them doing covers of Lykke Li’s “I Follow Rivers” and Warren Zevon’s “Mutineer,” but I enjoyed both.  Especially the latter, which works really well knowing the two of them are in love.  And now have a little baby girl!
  • Jason Isbell – Something More Than Free
    You probably DO know about this one.  It was #1 in Rock, Folk, Indie, and Country in the first week of release.  #3 overall.  Deserves the acclaim.  I like the predecessor “Southeastern” more (but I’ve also lived with it longer), however this is a great album with plenty to dig into and it immediately feels like an old friend.  (Although I must say that I feel like the opening track is the weakest one on the record…which is a little puzzling.)
  • Mumford & Sons – Wilder Mind
    Mumford plugged in and a lot of people doubted it.  They were wrong.  This is a great album.  The lyrics are excellent and the music washes over you wonderfully.  This is how a rock record should work.  Not long ago, I was in a Barnes & Noble and they put it on.  I stayed until it was over, and I don’t know why…I even had it on my phone and could’ve listened to it immediately in the car if I’d left!  I guess that’s just how good it is…
  • My Morning Jacket – The Waterfall
    I got to this one late.  Only picked it up about a week ago.  Sorry I waited so long.  It’s really good.  I was apprehensive about it, as I did not like MMJ’s previous release.  (I’m the guy who came in on departure-piece “Evil Urges” and don’t have much to say about the rest of the catalogue.)  But this one struck a chord with me.  Especially the first track has been stuck in my head all week.
  • Godspeed You ! Black Emperor – Asunder, Sweet and Other Distress
    GY!BE always sounds like them.  This does too.  So I’m happy with it.
  • Bunnygrunt – Vol. 4
    St. Louis’ own…  Bob Reuter (RIP) even plays and sings on this one a little.  Bought it this past week and spun it immediately.  What a fun, catchy, poppy record!  Highly recommend it.  I don’t know if you’ll find it in a lot of stores–and for some reason Vintage Vinyl has it in the “local” section even though they’re on a national label (LAME, Vintage!)…but it’s worth seeking out.
  • Leonard Cohen – Can’t Forget: A Souvenir of the Grand Tour
    Enjoyable, but that’s about it.  It’s not a full-on album.  It’s stuff recorded during sound-checks, which does include some new material…but the nature of it gives it a dismissable feel…which is kind of a shame.  Should be better than it is.
  • Best Coast – California Nights
    I need to absorb this one more.  I like it, I think…but I keep getting drawn away from it into other new records or concerts I’m going to or whatever.  Not their fault.  I just keep forgetting to listen to it.  But the times I have, I have liked it.
  • The Mountain Goats – Beat the Champ
    If you need a reason to listen to this other than “it’s a folk-rock record about pro-wrestling,” then I’m not sure if we’re friends.
  • Sleater-Kinney – No Cities to Love
    Really like it.  Fun, punky, angry, and kinda glittery.  Been meaning to investigate them further for years, and this was a great jumping-on point.
  • Father John Misty – I Love You, Honeybear
    I talked about this one in depth in one post or another.  It’s going to be my record of the year, unless something else blows it away–and that might be impossible since that means even JASON ISBELL isn’t going to do it!  It’s a visceral, but lush, sweeping, elegant love letter to “Father John’s” wife.  (Father John, incidentally, is AKA Joshua Tillman from Fleet Foxes.)  It’s beautiful and breathtaking, but the lyrics often get ugly and profane.  Just like being in love. It’s a deeply personal record that should speak to everybody.
  • Wilco – Star Wars
    It was nice to get it for free.  But…look…I’m tired of Wilco.  Ever since getting their own label (which admittedly is only two-albums worth of time) they’ve gotten even weirder than they were, and I’m just exhausted thinking about them.  I really disliked “The Whole Love” and that’s coloring my impressions of this one…  It’s not bad.  It’s just that I’m not the guy it was released for at this point.  Maybe in a couple of years I’ll get back to it and realize what I’m missing out on…it feels like that’s what’s going on here.  Because up until “The Whole Love” I really loved Wilco–Tweedy’s just stretched it thin in the last couple of years, in my opinion.
  • Lamb of God – VII: Sturm und Drang
    Lamb of God is the one “cookie monster vocal” metal band I really like.  Good riffs and songs, so I can see past the death-growl.  This is a good one.
  • Craig Finn – Faith in the Future
    Came out yesterday and I already love it.  It’s definitely on the other end of the spectrum from Lamb of God, ha ha…  Craig writes folky-rock songs with a dark-edge to the lyrics.  The first song on the record is about trying to get out of a religious cult.  The last song is called “I Was Doing Fine (Then a Few People Died).” He’s got a “love it or hate it voice” (which I love), but his lyrics can’t be beat–so the sing-talking is almost a must.  (If you’re struggling to place his name, by the way, you might also know him as the lead singer of The Hold Steady–one of my favorite indie bands.)
  • Ben Folds – So There
    Bought it yesterday, too…and haven’t really listened yet.  Had it on the background while cooking last night and it sounds like Ben Folds, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten.  Further review pending.
  • Beach House – Cherry Depression
    Really lush-sounding record.  Not overly catchy, but it wasn’t designed to be.  A good “I’ll listen to it while I read” record.

I feel like I’m missing one or two…but this is already a whole lot longer than I thought it would be, so I’m not going to go digging.  Nevertheless, here’s a list of the stuff I either haven’t picked up yet or that isn’t out.  Still hoping to get to these before the end of the year…

  • Steven Wilson – Hand. Cannot. Erase.
  • Frank Turner – Positive Songs for Negative People
  • Anthrax? – I think they’re still supposed to have one this year.
  • Slayer – Repentless – Forgot it was coming out this week!
  • Brent Best – Your Dog, Champ
  • Coheed & Cambria – The Color Before the Sun – Although this one breaks from the narrative of the records so far, I’m looking forward to it.
  • Neil Young (and Promise of the Real) – The Monsanto Years
  • Prince – HITNRUN: Phase One
  • The Libertines – Anthems of Doomed Youth
  • Metric – Pagans in Vegas
  • Kurt Vile – b’lieve I’m goin down…

That’s it.  It wasn’t as quick as I’d hoped, but hope you enjoyed it.

On Motorhead

I think I just saw Motorhead for the last time.

As I covered in my last post, Lemmy (the frontman/God Among Us to many metal-heads) has not been well for a couple of years.  He recently had to cancel a week of shows due to what the Motorhead camp is calling a lung infection.  (It probably WAS a lung infection, but it’s a different kind of lung infection than you or I might get.  Lemmy has a true story of having had blood so toxic from drug use that a proper infusion of clean blood would’ve killed him and his blood would’ve killed others.  That’s not a joke.)  Tonight was the band’s return to the stage after a week-ish off.  And…it was rough.

Lemmy struggled.  A lot.  In a way that was hard to watch at times.  Even on “Ace of Spades,” which he should be able to do in his sleep, he struggled with the timing and phrasing of the vocal.  Maybe it was the lung infection…but us long-time fans have been hearing a decrease in quality/power of voice for a few years now–and we’ve had a lot of trouble admitting that to ourselves.  I think we all knew going in that tonight’s show would be rocky.  First show back after time off and the main-man is sick.  The odds are against you…  But I don’t think any of us were prepared to be three songs in and think, “Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this…”  It was difficult…but ultimately they played a full set (which got better as it went) and I am very grateful to have been there.

Motorhead means a lot to me.  It’s stupid how much they mean to me.  They’re this ugly, profane, sloppy, angry, kinda goofy rock band with a singer whose voice is so immediately off-putting that you actually need to DECIDE to like it.  And I love them.  Genuinely.  Their music has fit into my life in significant ways–even when I don’t identify with it.  The “1916” album is my personal favorite, with the title-track being a stark departure-piece–a ballad done in an almost folk-style with lyrics reflecting a soldier’s last thoughts as he dies in the mud of a battlefield.  I’m anti-war.  I’m anti-soldier, in fact (sorry/not-sorry)…but damned if that one doesn’t make me want to hug a veteran every time I hear it.  That’s the power of music.

But mostly, it’s the fun that keeps drawing me to them.  The anarchic, crazy energy.  The stupid-fast, break-neck backbeat.  The screaming guitars.  The screaming vocals…and how the FUCK does he get his bass to make that noise?  And the shows…the shows have been celebrations of rock music.  When each member of the RAMONES died, I didn’t reach for my RAMONES anthology first…I reached for the Motorhead penned “R.A.M.O.N.E.S.” and screamed along with them.  I’ve travelled to see them play with Iron Maiden and Dio.  I only saw Dio because of my fandom of the other two acts on the bill–and he would be dead about a year later.  I’ve seen Nashville Pussy more than once because they were Motorhead’s opening act.  Mixed emotions on that one.

And…I share Motorhead with my brother, Dave.  Music’s one of the things that unites us (although if it went away, we’d have plenty else) and Motorhead is one of those bands we don’t even need to talk about.  When the StL gig was announced, I texted the date to Dave, asking if he was in, and didn’t hear back for several hours.  I texted him a second time saying I was disappointed in his lack of response.  Dave’s reply was, “What is understood need not be discussed.”  Of COURSE we were going.  That’s what we do.  I can’t thank bands like Motorhead enough for that.

It sucks to watch your heroes (yes, heroes) get old.  Lemmy is 69.  He’ll be 70 on Christmas Eve.  And he’s every BIT of that age.  He’s hurting, he’s struggling, and he needs to quit.  Dave put it best earlier in the week: “We all know he’s going to die on the road, but that doesn’t mean we want to watch it.”

At the end of the show, Lemmy said the same thing he says every time.  “We are Motorhead, and we play Rock and Fucking Roll.”  And the audience clapped.  And clapped.  And clapped.  And screamed.  And cheered.  And so on.  It was so loud and enthusiastic that you could see it give the band pause for a few moments.  It went so long that I think everyone in the room was hit with the thought of, “Oh shit…this might be the last time we do this…”  I think the band felt it too.

I am not ashamed to say I got a little teary-eyed.

Motorhead has been going for 40 years.  How in the galloping FUCK have they been going for 40 years???  That shouldn’t be possible.  They should’ve exploded after TWO years, just from the speed of the goddamn songs alone!  But it’s been 40 years.  I’ve been alive for 35 of them.  I’ve never known a world without Motorhead.  But if this was the last time–this is so weird to say–I am forever indebted to Lemmy and the boys for making my life better.  Even though the show was rough, I’m glad I got the be there to say thank you, at least one last time.

…but to be honest, there’s still a massive part of me that hopes I’m wrong, Lemmy just needs another week on the mend, and I’ll be at their 50th anniversary tour, with him aged 79 and still kicking asses.

But if not…  Thank you, Lemmy.  From the bottom of my heart.

“That horse better win or we’re taking a trip to the glue factory and he won’t get to come!” – Homer Simpson

Wow.  I didn’t write at all in the month of August.  Sorry about that.  I started writing something at one point, but decided it was too gritty and abandoned it.  Points for effort?  No?  Well, fine…here’s another everything/nothing post.

  1. I have two different sets of friends who are having babies.  I won’t put names on the blog, because why should I?  But one of ’em made me cry at work when I found out about it.  So that’s nice.
  2. I’ve been writing some songs. I don’t think anything will happen with them before the end of the year.  But they’re happening.  Nothing too cohesive yet.  I’ve got about four that are incomplete.  Three of them are more incomplete than the other one.
  3. Dave and I continue to work on his solo project.  We have the rough framework of most of the tracks and I need to sit and build the actual guitar parts in a conscious way.  I’ve toyed around with a few ideas, but nothing solid yet.  I know how I work–I work in big chunks, so I’ve kind of been waiting until all of his initial work is done to really dig in.  But we keep getting delayed by my own jackassery including illnesses and once just forgetting what day it was and being completely unprepared.  I hate that–when my own idiocy prevents progress.  It’ll get done.  I think he and I only have one more session before I start the guitar work in earnest.  I’ve got a couple of them stuck in my head, anyway, so we’re on the right track.
  4. I’m really worried about Lemmy from Motorhead.  He will be 70 in December and has a lot of health problems (which, in fairness, have been a long time coming).  He’s been canceling gigs left and right lately and I don’t have high hopes for the St. Louis show scheduled for Tuesday…  More than not wanting to go to a disappointing (or disappearing) set, I mostly just want Lemmy to be okay.  The new album is fucking GREAT and it deserves a great tour…but if the guy needs to sit it out, I’d take a new record in two years over a funeral before the end of this one.  Get well, Lems.  We need you.
  5. A little business…  In case you’re not aware, September is National Suicide Prevention Month.  As you know, I’ve got all my music online for free at http://derekbrink.bandcamp.com.  It will still be there and still be free, but if you look at the site, you’ll notice it’s all actually listed as “Name Your Price.”  That means if you enter $0.00, it’s free, or you can pay whatever you want if you want to throw me a couple of bucks.  Well, I’ve decided that if anyone makes a purchase from http://derekbrink.bandcamp.com in September, I will be giving 100% of my earnings to Nuci’s Space in Athens, Georgia, who specifically reach out to suicidal musicians. If you pay $10 for a download, I’ll donate $10 to Nuci’s Space.  If you pay $1500 for one track, I’ll donate $1500 to Nuci’s Space.  I will keep none of it.  Or, if you don’t trust me and would like to donate to them directly, you can do so here. I’m more than cool with it if you cut out the middle man.  (I’m also cool with it if you download for free and don’t care about this at all–just wanted you to know the option’s there.)
  6. Work’s been busy.  Which keeps us working.  So can’t really complain.
  7. There’s a greater than 90% chance I’ll need to find a new church to attend in the very near future.  My church is great.  I love it.  I don’t want to leave it.  But I’ve reached a point that I am rarely able to attend our Wednesday night meetings and coming soon our Sunday morning meetings will be switched to evening meetings.  I can’t do that.  I have dinner with my dad every Sunday night and I won’t compromise on that.  Plus, I don’t want to do something active late in the day on the last day off before the work week.  And also–I’m a little ashamed by this–I just don’t really want to hang around in North City for very long after dark.  (I know.  Sorry.  But I do think this is a reasonable paranoia, looking at recent crime statistics and talking to members of our church who live there.)  So it’s time to move on, from what I can tell.  I’m deeply saddened by it.  I’ve said to people in the past that I’ve considered leaving Pursuit before, but “who the fuck else will have me?”  And I feel that now.  But I don’t see a way to make it work.  Regardless of if I go anywhere else when that transition happens, I won’t be able to keep going THERE…so it’s find somewhere new or go nowhere at all.  Both options suck.  But if you’ve got a church you think I should check out, please let me know.  I’d prefer one where they know we’re all grown-ups and I won’t go to hell for saying dirty words.  I have nothing but good things to say about Pursuit and I’ll say those things a lot.  I’ll just have to say them somewhere else.
  8. I watched the VMAs and was furious throughout.  It’s real shit, the music these kids are listening to.  And I don’t care that I sound old saying that.  If being young means I have to love the Kanye and the Justin and the Miley, then either get me into a rest home, or shoot me now.
  9. I re-alphabetized and re-shelved all of my CDs this past weekend.  It took pretty much all day.  I’ve got over 1500 CDs, apparently.  It was a big job, but I enjoyed it.  Doing something like that, you get to relive moments of your life.  “Oh yeah, I bought that one in Minneapolis during a school trip.”  “I remember the Summer that I got all of this Cheap Trick.  That’s when I got all the Spice Girls stuff, too.”  (Seriously.)  “Man…I was really into the Get Up Kids for a while.”  You get to kind of relive the soundtrack of your autobiography.  I actually considered taking a page from the “High Fidelity” movie/book and was going to try arranging them autobiographically…but frankly I’ve got a couple of years in my 20s that are a blur and also I buy in such volume that I could probably only get “kind of ” close…so I stuck to the alphabet.  🙂

…and that’s it.  Until next time…which I hope won’t be two months.

Current Listening (been all over the place):

  • Beatles Playlist on “shuffle”
  • Mumford & Sons – Wilder Mind
  • Stone Sour – House of Gold & Bones