July 24, 2003

I just got back from band practice. I did not notice any pain in my shoulder. I just noticed that I played like shit. I have to figure out a way to get my act together. I wish I was playing drums more. I miss practicing every day. I had a kick ass drive down the 7.5 miles of Lake Avenue that separate me and Andrej. I was blasting “Sticky Fingers” and drifting all over the road. No officer. I have not been drinking. I am just a bad driver. That’s about it. I did some one act office theater at work today. The play is called “Chain of Command”. It gets laughs out of those who are being mocked by theater. Very clever of me. I get to laugh at all of the inner office politics around me and at people who think any of it is important. Now that is funny. I mostly sat in my office with the door closed zoned out on busy work listening to the Pagans. I sang along to their version of “Final Solution”.

posted by Thea at 10:59 PM

07/23/03

What an inspiring evening at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. First off, the bands rocked. One and all. Abdullah were kicking the ass the entire walk down East Ninth Street. Boulder sounded perfect. And Keelhaul thrashed through their new record. Very cool. So the music was sweet. That is a given. But the people. That was really why it was a great night. I am gearing up to write another book. It is the sequel to the one I wrote last Spring. “Heavy Metal High School”. It is pretty much the same crew except they’re in their thirties. It is funny because they are not in high school anymore. But they are all the same fuck ups. I saw a lot of what I am going to write about tonight. The secret is – writing is not making all kinds of shit up. The trick is to package reality in a way that entertains people – maybe with some kind of point. Maybe. Peoples’ lives are the stories. Smoking Steve getting kicked out of the Rock Hall after - swear to God - ten minutes is the story. You can’t make that shit up. It really happened. And it is my job to write about it. Therefore. It was a great night. All that material. Big ups to Thea for driving and to Carolyn for riding shotgun. I have to remember you can’t go home again. That’s for sure. (Thank God.) But you can visit. What is the instinct that people have to make themselves feel comfortable in uncomfortable situations?

posted by Thea at 9:25 PM

07/22/03

I listened to “Blood on the Tracks” by Bob Dylan at work today. That was pretty much the highlight there. After work, I drove the Jeep around. It is running better than it did on Thursday. The transmission is shifting faster. It is not stalling. I was tearing around the streets north of Lake Avenue on the West Eighties blocks. I smelled some oil burning. But it quickly went away. I returned the Jeep to the undisclosed Lakewood, OH driveway and went home happy. I ate the new version of the ringer – with peas. I dragged Thea to the mall to watch me get new glass in my glasses. Same frame. Same me. Thea and I drove home from the mall in silence. It was a long stretch of silence. Longer than usual. And it felt good. It is OK to sit quietly while driving the Eurowagon down Columbia with a friend. I just did some shoulder exercises with pink lady weights and now I am going to bed. Another day. Just like it is supposed to be.

posted by Thea at 10:28 PM

July 20, 2003

BLOG. Weekend Edition.

Friday. Worked. Too much. Too much. Went out to dinner. Nuevo Acapulco. Found out that my glasses. The glasses that I have worn for the last nine years. Have been discontinued. They are not even made by the same company anymore. There is a new version that sucks if you are interested. I wonder what I am going to do considering that I despise change with everything in me. Went back to the record store that I used to work at for the first time since quitting three years ago. Very inspirational.

Saturday. Organized my CD collection. Listened to the Zombies. Loved the Zombies. Wished I were a zombie. Went to band practice. The first band practice since getting hit by the car. Rocked out. It felt good. Both the pain and the playing. Thank God this is going better than I hoped. Came home. More work on the CD collection. It is really a major project. Trying to build the ultimate CD collection. Went to my dog Tim’s house for some summer backyard deck socializing. Played washers. Went undefeated with John Doobie’s brother-in-law Al as a partner. Must learn to be humble or gracious in victory or something. Basically. I need to be less competitive.

Today. Worked on the CD collection. Still listening to the Zombies. Did a bunch of other little things around mein house. I worked out with weights to help rehabilitate my shoulder. I did girl push ups on my knees and it hurt like hell. But I feel better. I think. Now. I am heading to Blossom to see Queens of the Stone Age at Lollapalooza with Mike from sleepykid. For free. I am looking forward to seeing how out of it I am. I am looking forward to reminiscing about Lollapalooza 1991 where a nineteen year old Mr. Klasa asked his then seventeen year old wife out for the first time. I am looking forward to coming home and hanging out with twenty-nine year old version of that same teenage girl tonight.

Talk to you tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show.

posted by Thea at 2:42 PM