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Saturday afternoon my parents and I drove up to the very city of my birth to visit my maternal grandfather. I've always had a closer affinity to B.R. than N.O., probably because of the stronger family ties to the former.

The drive up the Republic of West Florida Parkway was no less interminable that day than the trips I remembered in my youth. I ( Read more... )

My trusty steed and I crossed the longest bridge in the world to meet daybreaker at his Kenner home. After being mauled by his puppy and kitten, we headed to a seafood shack called Smitty's. Brad questioned my drinking of an Abita Amber at 11:30 a.m., but I was on vacation, so fuck that guy. I had a fully dressed fried crawfish tail po-boy, and we split one ( Read more... )

I haven't packed, partly because my laundry wasn't dry but mostly because I'm a lazy fuck. The mud and clay from digging hols and planting trees for Friday's departmental volunteer outing at YMCA Camp Streefland didn't wash out of my jeans. Good thing I'm staying with laundresses extraordinaire Yvonne C. and Wendie M. Decker.

Zenprov was amazing, ( Read more... )

How can I convince people to join me in seeing Yeasayer and MGMT at the Entry on the 7th when I can't properly express what I like about them? I haven't even heard much of them, yet what I've heard demands I see this show! The Editors are playing at the Fine Line on Wednesday. I like what I've heard of them too, but I have no opinion of the ( Read more... )

While Oppenheimer was a fairly forgettable opening act, They Might Be Giants were amazing. And while there were four or five songs that I wanted to hear live, I have to realize that, like when I saw the Police, I will only truly be content when they play their entire discography onstage. After two hours (including a call from beyond the grave by ( Read more... )