Happy Trails

Well everyone, update your bookmarks. Update those links on your blogs. This blog is now dead. All new content will go to my new site at www.waitingcasually.com.

Blogger, you were fun while you lasted.

Alright alright alright alright. I know I made all these glorious promises about how I was going to migrate my blog off Blogger and onto my own site, but I'm lazy. And Movable Type gives me a headache. It'll happen, but maybe not for a couple of weeks, OK? Get off my back. Geez. Who are you, my dad?

Anyway, couple of things I wanted to say here:

• Carolyn, thanks for all of your comments. I was definitely surprised when I had non-family members (not that I don't sincerely appreciate my family) commenting here that weren't advertising some 'hot' stock. I just read a bit (everything that's currently on your main page) of your blog and I must say that you're quite a funny gal. I really like your blog voice.
  
  
• To my altered states blogging pal: I may have you beat tonight. Do you know how hard it is to type on my freakin' keyboard when you're inebriated (not that I am) and you have hands the size of mine? Freakin' fuckin' hard, that's how.
  
  
• Sleater-Kinney, I really want to listen to your new album more. I really do. But 'All Hands on the Bad One' and 'One Beat' seem so much better to me. I'm sure I just need to digest it more, but that's just how it is.
  
  
• I know no one commented on my last American Analog Set post, but I wanted to say that their new album is fucking rad, so if you were thinking about picking it up, go ahead and do so.
  
  
• Have you seen the trailer for Aronofsky's new film? Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Does that not look like the most amazing fucking thing you'll ever fucking see? And yes. I needed to use that many 'fucking's.
  
  
• Beck. Whatever you do. I will love you. 'Everyone's Gotta Learn Sometime' might just be the saddest, most perfect song you've ever made. When you say, 'I need your lovin',' I just. About. Die.
  

Peace Out.

You know, I've never really liked paying bills.

Took the day off work today. I did nothing all day. Nothing.

It was glorious.

Like Marshmallows with Guitars

Thanks to Scotty, I've really been into American Analog Set recently and so jumped at the chance to see them live when they came to Bottom of the Hill last weekend. Bought dem tickets of the intarweb and everything so's in case the show sold out I could still go. 'Cuz I'm anal retentive like that and must make sure that all activities go according to plan.

Anyway, the show was awesome. The opening act sucked, but that's not really a surprise, is it? Second act? Better. Not exactly my thing, but definitely approved for head-bobbing. But it was clear as soon as they came on stage that AmAnSet knew what they were doing. Just fantastic. Of course, it was after midnight by that time and as I am old and sad, I was quite sleepy. The prolonged mellow strumming and xylophoning probably didn't help my level of alertness either, though. They rocked so softly. A friend told me that at the old shows, people would sit. Bottom of the Hill isn't really a big place, so we probably could have sat, but judging by the floor there, I'm not sure it would have been a good idea without a hazmat suit.

Particular highlights:

• Pre-show, outside in line in 48 degree chill, watching as a dude rolls by in an early 90s Mustang 5.0 with the top down blasting Heart's Barracuda. Fucking awesome


• The Kindness of Strangers


• Hard to Find


• Punk as Fuck


• The Ever-Growing-Louder, Seemed-Like-It-Lasted-a-Lot-Longer-Than-the-Album-Length-Version, Badalamenti-Meets-Yo La Tengo We're Computerizing and We Just Don't Need You Anymore

It felt good to get out and do something fun. Since Civ 4 came out, I haven't really done much else. Jen has been playing a lot as well and refers to her sore shoulder as "Civ shoulder." Someone help us.