I must be feeling better today, otherwise I wouldn’t have the temerity to make this purchase:
Everything’s better with sriracha.
This is a good thing, because now I can finish talking about this past weekend’s Rush concert.
It’s Friday. Concert weekend with Rush at last!
And it’ll be so, so much cooler than this.
Image credit: Trevor Dodge
Looking forward to pleasant temperatures and no opening act this time around (in stark contrast to having to endure 45 minutes of Mr. Big, as was the case back in 1992), I’m packed and ready to go. All that’s left here is the Friday Crap Roundup.
I understand the Oscars were last night. Yippee skip. Did Gilbert Gottfried win anything this year? How about Penn and Teller?
Behold, unheralded geniuses.
Yes, I don’t give a rat’s ass about movies. Hell, I only recently bought a DVD player because my daughter wouldn’t quit bugging me about it. I don’t watch a lot of TV either. If I didn’t like my cable modem so much I probably would have dumped that bill a long time ago.
Too much “ghost hunting” crap. Not enough Rik Mayall.
That leaves music. I have a large collection of 20-year-old scratched CDs I’ve been slowly converting to corrupted MP3 files. I hosted a live music show on public access in Pocatello in the mid 90s. Recently I picked up an electric bass. Left-handed, of course. More on my bass skills (or lack thereof) in a later post.
Need an on-air bathroom break? Look no further than “The Gates of Delirium.”
Despite that, I haven’t made it to very many concerts. Let’s see, I saw fIREHOSE at the Crazy Horse in Boise in 1993. Um, there were a some opening acts I checked out: Cooler Kids (meh), Elkland (decent) and Mr. Big (no comment). As a matter of fact, there’s only one band I’ve seen in concert more than once.
I may very well be Erasure’s straightest fan.
Image credit: Andrew Hurley
The best concert I ever went to was way the hell back in May 1992. I turned south, journeying into the dark, forbidding lands of Salt Lake City to see Rush on their Roll the Bones tour. Ever since then I’ve vowed to see them at least one more time before they retire. Given that all three of them are around 60 now, the clock is ticking.
As I write this I’m waiting for tickets to go on sale for a late July show at the unfortunately-named Sleep Country Amphitheater in the Vancouver, Washington, area. I chose that venue over Salt Lake City because (1) my sister, brother-in-law and twin nieces live in Portland and (2) screw Salt Lake City. I’m hoping my daughter wants to come. She likes Rush, but I’ve been accused of overplaying Clockwork Angels in her presence.
But it’s so good, y’all.
I’ve been told I need to get out more, preferably without knocking myself out in the process. I quite agree. So I’ve been checking out other events as a result. Another one of my longtime favorites, They Might Be Giants, is playing at the Egyptian Theatre in June. I’ve been following these guys since high school. Unfortunately the show is not all all ages. Despite the fact TMBG has made several children’s albums, no one under 14 is admitted (a rather arbitrary cutoff in my humble opinion), which means I can’t take my daughter to see them. I’m not sure I want to go alone either.
Does this mean I should re-open my dating site profiles? Feh. I’m not ready to pull the trigger on something that drastic.