I got this account so I could click the ‘like’ button on a friend’s blog.
What do I have to say that’d be of interest to anybody else? Nothing, probably.
In order to just get some words on the page, I’ll just revert back to what I was taught to do in high school when the English instructor wanted some peace and quiet in the class room: free-form writing (or was it free-flow writing?).
Right now I’m sitting here at the desktop computer in my home office letting my music collection play randomly. When I started writing, I was listening to Freddie King play ‘San-Ho-Zay’ – a great song that fits somewhere on the Venn diagram where blues overlaps surf music – and now Johnny Cash’s ‘Long Black Veil’ – itself a great example of a subgenre probably best described as ‘country ghost story songs.’
Speaking of music, I went with Marianne to see Built to Spill at the Doug Fir about 2 weeks ago. It was the first time I had seen them. I had been periodically purchasing their cds over the last 2-3 years as I have been trying to fill in an empty hole in my Northwest indie music library. It was an excellent show, definitely worth the price of admission. For someone not familiar with BTS, I’d describe them as half-brother to Dinosaur Jr if J Mascis’s mother’s first marriage was to Neil Young and Mom was XTC.
Anyway, absolutely no one that I have contact with on a regular day-to-day basis has ever heard of Built to Spill.
Now, ‘Maggot Brain’ by Funkadelic is playing. At the risk of sounding like a line from the movie Spinal Tapp, I’d say ‘Maggot Brain’ is Funkadelic’s most melancholy song. It’s also their best ROCK song, as well as an instrumental piece.
Just scrapped the idea of eating lunch with the whole family at Lardo, which is about a half an hour away in downtown PDX. The food there is great and it’d probably be crowded like it was the only other time I’ve gone there. Great sandwiches done with a mediterranean twist. But with the long drive and the probable crowd, you probably don’t want to bring a 7 year old. I don’t want to walk the gauntlet of eye-rolling hipsters, if we go into sore-thumb mode. Plus, the drive and the very filling meal can have a carry-over effect on the rest of the day. I need to get into my last-day-before-going-back-to-work mode, which means no beer in the afternoon, time spent reading and playing guitar, and letting my brain become a placid pond. Know what I mean, Vern?
For some reason, dead actor Jim Varney springs very easily to the forefront of my thoughts. I wonder whether in reality is he’s a great unacknowledged universal cultural touchstone. Maybe not.