Old Crow Medicine Show
Me: Unless the audience demographic for old timey music has radically changed in the last, oh, fifteen minutes, this is the wrong place.
The Professor: Well, is it at War Memorial Auditorium or the Municipal Auditorium?
Me: War Memorial.
The Professor: Well, then dumbass, we've got to walk back up the hill.
Other than me not knowing where the hell I was going, the evening was fabulous. The Old Crow Medicine Show was fantastic and Gillian Welch and David Rawlings played with them, which was extra awesome. Their bass player was incredibly hot and the crowd was a hoot.
And... well... and...
Well, what do you know? This evening may explain something very important about Tiny Cat Pants.
Though you will find many funny things here, I apparently lack the talent to write about things that make me really happy in such a way that my happiness is conveyed.
Hmm.
Well, I am happy and tired and so I'm going to shuffle off to bed with a big smile on my face.
posted by Aunt B at 12/03/2005 11:41:00 PM
4 Comments:
I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to go to this show. Good for you. Glad you enjoyed.
Ryan
I'm like that too. I have more success when I talk about what delights me and less when I try to communicate why. I also don't want to kill the buzz by over-thinking it; by the time I get to the "joy recollected" stage, life has moved on.
Sounds like a great show.
Ryan, whenever I'm at this kind of stuff, I always look around wondering if you or Rex L. Camino are in the audience, too. I don't know how I'd recognize you if you were, but I keep an eye open anyway.
Hmmm, how to recognize a Ryan? Hair a bit too long for his age. Looks a little younger than he is--except around the eyes which are beginning to do that cool crow's feet thing that grant him an air of sadness or worldliness (depending upon the night). He would likely be sporting an unintentional smirk that borders on smug but really just masks his insecurity. His eyes were once blue but now favor sea water after a storm. A little murky. And he most definitely would not be referring to himself in the third person for there are few things he dislikes more.
I find myself doing the same thing. The pseudo-anonymnity is, perhaps, half the fun of this blogging business.
Ryan
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