August 8, 2004

BLOG. Weekend Edition.

Friday. The Kid rocked the Beachland. I thought that it went OK but Dirt, who saw us last week in Youngstown, OH, said that we were way worse than we were in Youngstown, OH. How can I argue with that? I don’t really pay attention to how we play. It felt OK to me. Motel Blonde was pretty good. That is two newly discovered local bands in one week who I will pay money to see again. The Cynics were great – fucking great. I wished that we could have gone on before them. I hope that we will play with them again. Thank you to the Other Chuck and a listener who only identified himself with initials for coming out and saying hello.

Saturday. Went to the Lakewood Arts Festival. Went to Target. Listened to many Bob Dylan records in a row while staring at the ceiling or out the window.

Sunday. Right now, I am waiting for Laurie to come home from an open house to tell me whether we are moving or not. I don’t really care one way or the other. And that is not a bad “I don’t care”. I just really don’t care. Live here. Live there. It’s still me. I am still living.

This and other mock Zen philosophies on tomorrow’a the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea!).

posted by Thea at 7:43 PM