busy growing the beard ...
So yeah, my lack of time to even attempt to write anything meaningful continues to curtail my presence on the internets. God knows I don't have the time to write anything vaguely funny about the bowls of mediocritude that are already going, I'll leave that to the pros. Of course, for all their mediocracy, I'm still watching them.
But, just to prove I'm not dead, not yet anyway, I thought I'd drop some sort of mention on how I spent last Friday night. First, the assumptions of the night. Assumption: If you are in Atlanta and you're going to see Iron & Wine and Calexico, chances are you're heading to Little Five Points, to the Variety Playhouse. Assumption: If you're in Little 5 at around 8 o'clock, you're going to eat dinner at the Vortex, and while there, you will notice, even with your half assed beard, 4 months worth of uncut hair, and the fact that you're wearing flip flops when it's 36 degrees out, you'll still be among the most "normal" 10% of the patronage, which I guess technically would make you the outcast in that crew. Which I guess just makes me all the f'ing cooler. Anyway, if those were your basic assumptions heading in to the evening, then rest assured, they were all well met.
As for the show itself, my main complaint would be, there's no way Sam should come out after Calexico. I like Sam, I like his stuff for the most part, but after an hour plus of Calexico playing alt-country-folk-jamrock-with a Mexican flair, or whatever the hell you'd call them, listening to Sam come out and duet with his sister for an hour and a half is probably the biggest come down since Michael Irvin had to rush to get off the yay after his little run in with the laws. Even bringing everyone out to play the In The Reins stuff still doesn't get the energy of the evening back up to where it was. I mean truthfully, two songs into Sam's stuff, I'm finding myself thinking stuff like: Did this Chinaman beside me just die or did he only sit down so I wouldn't see him cry? Does Sam realize that this crazy chick dancing around in front of me apparently just snuck back stage and stole all his blow for the rest of the evening? And god almighty, who just cracked such a rancid fart that the freak in front of me suddenly thought it would be kosher to sidle up to me Brokeback Mountain style just to get away from it? And then who farted like that about 5 more times?
On the upsides, they had some Mexican dude that they let play with them who, I swear to god, I'm pretty sure they said they picked up in Hyatt in El Paso or some shit. He obviously got the biggest plaudits of the night.
And yes, Sam's beard continues to be an inspiration.
Hmmmm, Sam Beam or Stonewall Jackson? Either way, I've got a long way to go.
All in all, a good time, and just for the Calexico portion of the evening, I will say that although I did not totally grab some passed out broad's boobs during Urgent, it was still a kickass show.
Oh yeah, I saw them at the Garden with Bryan Adams ...
Hopefully I'll have more to say soon, I'll have to do something Sugar Bowl related as it gets hear, and although I think Rivals or Scout does more than an adequate job covering recruiting, I'm sure we'll address our losses, our gains, and our expectations for personnel next season in the near future.
Beyond that, who knows. Now that The O.C. has even blown my suspension of disbelief valve by asking me to believe that Johnny's grand scheme was to go stick up kid on the local convenience store to finance his knee surgery to get back on track for his pro surfing career, instead of, I don't know, accepting the money they were offering him or not going to the apparently most expensive doctor in The O.C. (I mean damn, how many ways are there to reattach an ACL, like, if he didn't go to this guy, was Dr. Nick his next best option?), anyway, after that, there's no telling where we'll go, I'm just glad/disgusted that I'll be around to watch it.
And just out of curiosity, what can we say about a man who's friend decides the best gift to get him at the gift exchange at the annual Christmas Sweater Party is to get him a copy of Havoc and thus save him the awkward situation of having to stroll up the counter at Best Buy with Havoc in hand, risking the chance of a cute coed working the register, knowing, if she knows anything about the movie, exactly what he's buying it for. By the way, crappy movie, but you know ....
But, just to prove I'm not dead, not yet anyway, I thought I'd drop some sort of mention on how I spent last Friday night. First, the assumptions of the night. Assumption: If you are in Atlanta and you're going to see Iron & Wine and Calexico, chances are you're heading to Little Five Points, to the Variety Playhouse. Assumption: If you're in Little 5 at around 8 o'clock, you're going to eat dinner at the Vortex, and while there, you will notice, even with your half assed beard, 4 months worth of uncut hair, and the fact that you're wearing flip flops when it's 36 degrees out, you'll still be among the most "normal" 10% of the patronage, which I guess technically would make you the outcast in that crew. Which I guess just makes me all the f'ing cooler. Anyway, if those were your basic assumptions heading in to the evening, then rest assured, they were all well met.
As for the show itself, my main complaint would be, there's no way Sam should come out after Calexico. I like Sam, I like his stuff for the most part, but after an hour plus of Calexico playing alt-country-folk-jamrock-with a Mexican flair, or whatever the hell you'd call them, listening to Sam come out and duet with his sister for an hour and a half is probably the biggest come down since Michael Irvin had to rush to get off the yay after his little run in with the laws. Even bringing everyone out to play the In The Reins stuff still doesn't get the energy of the evening back up to where it was. I mean truthfully, two songs into Sam's stuff, I'm finding myself thinking stuff like: Did this Chinaman beside me just die or did he only sit down so I wouldn't see him cry? Does Sam realize that this crazy chick dancing around in front of me apparently just snuck back stage and stole all his blow for the rest of the evening? And god almighty, who just cracked such a rancid fart that the freak in front of me suddenly thought it would be kosher to sidle up to me Brokeback Mountain style just to get away from it? And then who farted like that about 5 more times?
On the upsides, they had some Mexican dude that they let play with them who, I swear to god, I'm pretty sure they said they picked up in Hyatt in El Paso or some shit. He obviously got the biggest plaudits of the night.
And yes, Sam's beard continues to be an inspiration.
Hmmmm, Sam Beam or Stonewall Jackson? Either way, I've got a long way to go.
All in all, a good time, and just for the Calexico portion of the evening, I will say that although I did not totally grab some passed out broad's boobs during Urgent, it was still a kickass show.
Oh yeah, I saw them at the Garden with Bryan Adams ...
Hopefully I'll have more to say soon, I'll have to do something Sugar Bowl related as it gets hear, and although I think Rivals or Scout does more than an adequate job covering recruiting, I'm sure we'll address our losses, our gains, and our expectations for personnel next season in the near future.
Beyond that, who knows. Now that The O.C. has even blown my suspension of disbelief valve by asking me to believe that Johnny's grand scheme was to go stick up kid on the local convenience store to finance his knee surgery to get back on track for his pro surfing career, instead of, I don't know, accepting the money they were offering him or not going to the apparently most expensive doctor in The O.C. (I mean damn, how many ways are there to reattach an ACL, like, if he didn't go to this guy, was Dr. Nick his next best option?), anyway, after that, there's no telling where we'll go, I'm just glad/disgusted that I'll be around to watch it.
And just out of curiosity, what can we say about a man who's friend decides the best gift to get him at the gift exchange at the annual Christmas Sweater Party is to get him a copy of Havoc and thus save him the awkward situation of having to stroll up the counter at Best Buy with Havoc in hand, risking the chance of a cute coed working the register, knowing, if she knows anything about the movie, exactly what he's buying it for. By the way, crappy movie, but you know ....
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