Something to be thankful for...
Wow. Hanging with the family for two whole days doesn’t get any easier even as I grow older and supposedly more mature. But, after 20-some games of euchre, enough dessert to feed an infantry unit, a viewing of the Jim Carrey Grinch remake (for the kids), and a Turkey dinner, I’ve survived to return to my disheveled apartment. Coming along with me for the ride back to Champaign was a new 10.5-gallon, stainless steel, flip-lid, step-can for the kitchen (a nice find by M), a few vintage shirts (25 year-old Sears button downs courtesy of my dad) and I regret to say none of M’s tasty pumpkin cake (no, not pie, cake…even better!). So, there you have it.
There will be plenty of talk of music in the coming days, as I’ve got a lot of stuff to blab on about. And, there’s that pesky “Best of 2005” list that continues to loom over my head. Plus, some reviews due for the next issue of Skyscraper.
But, but, but, first there’s some genuine thanks that I need to extend (after all—it’s that time of the year) to my friends—all of you scattered about the country that I speak to far too infrequently because I’m lazy and busy and busily lazy and just plain poor at that whole spoken-word conversation thing. Thanks for, well, being a good bunch of people, I suppose. For most of us—from Zac to Mary to Fred to Amy—we've shared at leat one thing in common: our love of music. Music has been good to us, for the most part, and we've propped its ass up on more than a few occasions with 400-mile roundtrips to concerts or by devoting way too much money (and in some cases guitar strings) to this philanthropic cause that is our lifeblood.
Anyway, hopefully my rambling about music will show you that no matter how fucking bizarre (or normal) my life becomes, I'm still going to need to rest upon my musical laurels from time to time to achieve some sense of sanity. And in resting on those laurels, my thoughts will also turn to you...to shared experiences that we've enjoyed in the past and possibly to what could become of the future. To me, music and you are linked, even if I don't bring that up all too often. Many of my greatest moments are directly alligned with some of my fondest musical memories, like the night I almost got up the courage to hook up with M after an amazing Wilco concert, or the time I skipped school and drove to Iowa with Jon and Mary to catch Nirvana playing in a gymnasium. So, friends, remember that I do think about you, even if I'm a bastard that doesn't return phone calls or breaks plans on a whim. It's the thought that counts, right?
Tonight, I’m especially thankful that a pair of my friends are still among the living this weekend. They were involved in a nasty auto accident on Wednesday and were quite lucky to have come out of it with only a totaled car. So, remember to take good care of yourself over the holidays… I need to keep the few readers I already have right here with me.
There will be plenty of talk of music in the coming days, as I’ve got a lot of stuff to blab on about. And, there’s that pesky “Best of 2005” list that continues to loom over my head. Plus, some reviews due for the next issue of Skyscraper.
But, but, but, first there’s some genuine thanks that I need to extend (after all—it’s that time of the year) to my friends—all of you scattered about the country that I speak to far too infrequently because I’m lazy and busy and busily lazy and just plain poor at that whole spoken-word conversation thing. Thanks for, well, being a good bunch of people, I suppose. For most of us—from Zac to Mary to Fred to Amy—we've shared at leat one thing in common: our love of music. Music has been good to us, for the most part, and we've propped its ass up on more than a few occasions with 400-mile roundtrips to concerts or by devoting way too much money (and in some cases guitar strings) to this philanthropic cause that is our lifeblood.
Anyway, hopefully my rambling about music will show you that no matter how fucking bizarre (or normal) my life becomes, I'm still going to need to rest upon my musical laurels from time to time to achieve some sense of sanity. And in resting on those laurels, my thoughts will also turn to you...to shared experiences that we've enjoyed in the past and possibly to what could become of the future. To me, music and you are linked, even if I don't bring that up all too often. Many of my greatest moments are directly alligned with some of my fondest musical memories, like the night I almost got up the courage to hook up with M after an amazing Wilco concert, or the time I skipped school and drove to Iowa with Jon and Mary to catch Nirvana playing in a gymnasium. So, friends, remember that I do think about you, even if I'm a bastard that doesn't return phone calls or breaks plans on a whim. It's the thought that counts, right?
Tonight, I’m especially thankful that a pair of my friends are still among the living this weekend. They were involved in a nasty auto accident on Wednesday and were quite lucky to have come out of it with only a totaled car. So, remember to take good care of yourself over the holidays… I need to keep the few readers I already have right here with me.
#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9...
<3 Mary
(oh, a related retail side note, at work on Friday, one of our clueless clerical people asked over the walkie talkie if we had that new "nevada" box set called "with the lights out" - wokka wokka wokka..)
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6:31 PM#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9!#9...
<3 Mary
(oh, a related retail side note, at work on Friday, one of our clueless clerical people asked over the walkie talkie if we had that new "nevada" box set called "with the lights out" - wokka wokka wokka..)