blog (December, 2001)
Last night was hot.
The Waz (acid jazz) and Schleigho (jamband jazz-rock) tore things up at Milestones, and then good times at the LBC. A Wendy's fish fillet & frosty definitely topped things off.
Here's a 20 Best Records of 2001 list. I'm not sure when I'll have heard enough old music to feel like I'm ready to start listening to new stuff. I can't get on top of this shit.
Dog Food for Thought
The cutest tiny white short-haired dog found his way down to our house with a soccer ball and is scrambling and tumbling back and forth across the icy driveway with it. My digital camera and my dad's analog are both broken, so I cannot capture the moment but in words.
Everyone says dogs are stupid. I say, any living being whose life consists solely of playing, sleeping, being fed, receiving love and attention, and licking its own ass is certainly doing something right. Tonight I raise my glass to original sin and self-awareness.
Freewheelin'
No cavities at the dentist's office used to mean a sticker and a free toothbrush, but today I decided to treat myself to somethin real special, so I went to the Fairport Public Library and borrowed 26 CD's, (from Tabla Beat Science to Jurassic 5 to Groove Armada to Lou Rawls.) My friend Miss Marlow was there and helped me pick out a book too. Much needed intellectual stimuli to contrast these wintry nights spent at 2-for-1 draft specials.
Sharin' in the Groove
Tryin' to build tunnels here, with little glowing lights at the end of each. Thursday the Gordon Stone Band is playing @ the Bug Jar and Friday Schleigho @ Milestones, (all right here in Rochester.) Haven't seen any good shows in some time now; definitely going to hit up at least one of those this week. Schleigho grooves SO hard.
Lords-a-Leaping
2 hours until my 22nd Christmas is over. 3 pounds of turkey, 24 pairs of socks, 3 Dylan CD's, 16 family members, 4 miles of running, and 148 "Merry Christmas"'s later. I'm just glad I don't have to go back to the mall until I feel like making some returns.
9am Christmas mass was just fantastic. If I had wanted to hear holiday songs (which I hadn't,) I could've turned on the radio, and if I wanted to hear them sung poorly, I could've sung along with the radio. The church was not only sparsely populated for a Christmas, but seemed exceedingly empty and lifeless; whether that's a reflection of Catholic spirituality as a whole or just in me, I'm not sure.
Here is some real religion.
Time to go have some wholesome fun.