Strike Another Match, Go Start Anew
Friday saw the end of an era. My friends’ band, Charles de Gaulle, played their final show (one of the members is moving out of state). It was a solid last stand, played with Falcon Crest and Meth & Goats. But CDG will be missed. More photos here.
Here Comes That Cold Sunrise
Spring is here, technically. And we’ve even experienced some Spring-like weather recently. But today has been a rainy Monday chock full of gloom and doom. To snap out of my funk I am going to look ahead, to the many music festivals and other adventures that are on their way. Particularly All Tomorrow’s Parties in New York.
Love Comes In Spurts
Spring is approaching. The sunlight is growing stronger and warmer and our world is thawing. The warmup brings relief and giddiness and anticipation of more good things to come. Regularly relaxing on the front porch. Playing outside with my son. Road trips to the aforementioned pizza farm. The painting of a giant ram/mural on the side of my house. The slightly early but healthy arrival of a good friend’s newborn yesterday. And? The wedding in May of two other people I love dearly, pictured below. It’s coming up roses. Well, maybe not just yet, but tulips for sure.
No One Should Call You A Dreamer
The soundtrack to my week has been a strange combo of Animal Collective’s Merriweather Post Pavilion, old gems from The Psychedelic Furs, and new music from The Oscillation. But I also got out to a show last night, to check out some live music and be among friends. The Chambermaids / Kid Dakota / Retribution Gospel Choir at the Triple Rock Social Club. Today I am a little sleep-deprived but totally content.
