Here's a great tip for all you college aged folks out there, who will probably never read this.
Do not graduate first.
Yep, that's all I got. I could tell you all to wear sunscreen, and falsely attribute this pearl of wisdom to a dead writer, but... that's been done.
While in college, you will gather to you a group of people that will likely be with you for the rest of your life. Gathering them is a fun and rewarding experience, that should NOT be documented on your myspace page.
(Does the word "Duh!" have any meaning to you? Geezus, anyone who wants to can find you on the 'net, see that embarassing picture of you passed out with someone elses' underwear on your head, or the photo captioned "me and the ganja gang" and it's bye-bye job opportunity. )
However, if you're the first to graduate out of your group of friends, you'll find that they may very well do something very disturbing, after you're gone.
It's entirely possible that they'll bring new people into their circle, without clearing them with you first. All the sudden, they're just...there.
Hey, you're young, you're not thinking long term, you're cool with it, and frequently, this can introduce you to new dating/scrumping opportunities, which always liven up a weekend spent back at your alma mater.
You don't know that your first impression was probably accurate, that they'll do nothing to endear themselves to you over the ensuing years, and in fact will frequently behave in such a manner as to achieve the very opposite effect. But they're now an intrinsic part of the group, and you find yourself wondering, year after year, what's gonna happen THIS year when everyone gets together, and what measures can you take to minimize impact.
It's just not worth it.
Stall, is all I can say.
Take fewer credit hours, work some internships into the mix, maybe take a term off to travel europe, or work on a cruise ship. But make sure that YOU are the one introducing new folks into the circle, after everyone else graduates. You'll thank yourself at least once a year for the rest of your life.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
winneconne, wi - fishing weekend - 6/08
Up from 12-1:30 Friday morning with fiona. Up for the day at 4am.
Drove up with my buddy ___, a 6'5" mechanical engineer, avid outdoorsman, and dead head. he took apart his subarau's engine, and put it back together, just for fun, a few weeks ago.
I asked him for directions to his place, he sent me a satellite photo, with his building circled.
Ah, geek humour.
had my first Cracker Barrel experience. When you have to enter a restaurant through it's gift shop, it's not really about the food.
Caught my limit on Walleye for the day, in just over two hours.
They tasted really good for dinner, with Point Beer and garlic bread.
Poker - texas hold 'em is stoopid. With the myriad poker game choices, how did this one end up on TV?
seven card stud's way better.
I was up for 21 hours straight on Friday. No idea how I ended up winning money, as I was half asleep for the last few hands.
Maybe that's the key to success.
Saturday the weather got real weird. wind so strong it negated the current on the river. we were drifting UP stream.
We caught very few fish.
Called it quits and checked out the classic car show downtown.
Winneconne starts at 1st street, ends at 3rd street, and is only one street wide. half the town was blocked off for this show.
The show's DJ leaned heavily on polka music and Elvis songs. Not the cool hip new wave Elvis, either.
As the show broke up, all the hot rods gathered together, and had a group engine rev. If I wasn't sterile before....
witnessed several very cool lightning shows on Saturday afternoon.
We're all old enough to have appreciated the rapid drop in temp, because it meant good sleeping weather.
every young woman who waited on us in this town was beautiful. Not sure how they do it. Fresh faced, big eyed, nicely put together.
Wish the same could be said for the sporting goods store's calendar models. each unit had a calendar in it, in hopes you'd want to buy one.
uh.... no.
Stayed out of the town bar. played lots of cards, was relatively moderate in my behaviour.
There was a walmart sponsored bass tournie on Saturday there, and it tanked, because of the bad weather. I don't even have punchlines or ancedotes for "walmart bass tourney".
No stringer of fish on Saturday means we ate pizza.
We wandered into one of two pizza joints in town, found it to be the one that did not serve beer, or even really have seating.
We found the other one after the fact, which encouraged beer drinking AND sitting. I've filed it away for next time.
We entered, and a guy in a wheel chair took our order.
We popped out to the beer store, came back, and he was standing at the prep counter, making our pizza's. he then walked them across to the oven.
it was a miracle.
praise jesus.
Drove home through a flooded WI Sunday morning, in a torrential downpour, with a guy who was determined to play DJ non-stop on his in-dash I-pod thingy, while driving.
In a torrential downpour.
On flooded highways.
"Uh, how about we listen to ther radio?"
Mars Cheese Castle - if entering or leaving WI, and yuo find you have a hankerin' for some cheese, or some jerky, or even some way overpriced candy - this is the place.
It's the size of a denny's, and it has bus parking...
a bag containing wet clothes, a small carrier bag I used as a tacklebox, a rain poncho and a pair of Kean water sandals, did not make it home with me, and noone can figure out how this happened....
very sad.
So - mixed weekend. was great to get away. Was a little unsettling when wendy called me Saturday evening from our basement, where she and Fiona holed up until the tornado warning expired....
Drove up with my buddy ___, a 6'5" mechanical engineer, avid outdoorsman, and dead head. he took apart his subarau's engine, and put it back together, just for fun, a few weeks ago.
I asked him for directions to his place, he sent me a satellite photo, with his building circled.
Ah, geek humour.
had my first Cracker Barrel experience. When you have to enter a restaurant through it's gift shop, it's not really about the food.
Caught my limit on Walleye for the day, in just over two hours.
They tasted really good for dinner, with Point Beer and garlic bread.
Poker - texas hold 'em is stoopid. With the myriad poker game choices, how did this one end up on TV?
seven card stud's way better.
I was up for 21 hours straight on Friday. No idea how I ended up winning money, as I was half asleep for the last few hands.
Maybe that's the key to success.
Saturday the weather got real weird. wind so strong it negated the current on the river. we were drifting UP stream.
We caught very few fish.
Called it quits and checked out the classic car show downtown.
Winneconne starts at 1st street, ends at 3rd street, and is only one street wide. half the town was blocked off for this show.
The show's DJ leaned heavily on polka music and Elvis songs. Not the cool hip new wave Elvis, either.
As the show broke up, all the hot rods gathered together, and had a group engine rev. If I wasn't sterile before....
witnessed several very cool lightning shows on Saturday afternoon.
We're all old enough to have appreciated the rapid drop in temp, because it meant good sleeping weather.
every young woman who waited on us in this town was beautiful. Not sure how they do it. Fresh faced, big eyed, nicely put together.
Wish the same could be said for the sporting goods store's calendar models. each unit had a calendar in it, in hopes you'd want to buy one.
uh.... no.
Stayed out of the town bar. played lots of cards, was relatively moderate in my behaviour.
There was a walmart sponsored bass tournie on Saturday there, and it tanked, because of the bad weather. I don't even have punchlines or ancedotes for "walmart bass tourney".
No stringer of fish on Saturday means we ate pizza.
We wandered into one of two pizza joints in town, found it to be the one that did not serve beer, or even really have seating.
We found the other one after the fact, which encouraged beer drinking AND sitting. I've filed it away for next time.
We entered, and a guy in a wheel chair took our order.
We popped out to the beer store, came back, and he was standing at the prep counter, making our pizza's. he then walked them across to the oven.
it was a miracle.
praise jesus.
Drove home through a flooded WI Sunday morning, in a torrential downpour, with a guy who was determined to play DJ non-stop on his in-dash I-pod thingy, while driving.
In a torrential downpour.
On flooded highways.
"Uh, how about we listen to ther radio?"
Mars Cheese Castle - if entering or leaving WI, and yuo find you have a hankerin' for some cheese, or some jerky, or even some way overpriced candy - this is the place.
It's the size of a denny's, and it has bus parking...
a bag containing wet clothes, a small carrier bag I used as a tacklebox, a rain poncho and a pair of Kean water sandals, did not make it home with me, and noone can figure out how this happened....
very sad.
So - mixed weekend. was great to get away. Was a little unsettling when wendy called me Saturday evening from our basement, where she and Fiona holed up until the tornado warning expired....
Saturday, September 13, 2008
new orleans - post katrina 4/07
I went back to ohio
But my city was gone...All my favorite places...
Reduced to parking spaces
A, o, way to go ohio
- Chrissy Hynde
No way could you guess, with a post that starts by quoting from "My City Was Gone" by the Pretenders, that this is a re-cap of my adventures in travelling to New Orleans last week for a three day conference about "Securing Ones' supply chain, in a post 9/11 environment."
See, I used to hang out in N.O.
A lot.
When you live find yourself living on the MS gulf coast, scratching your head, mumbling "what was I thinking" over and over and over, there's really nothing better to do on a quiet Saturday than get in the car, and....drive somewhere else.
80 minutes from my driveway to the public parking lot adjascent to the Ajax Brewery building.
but by getting so far behind myself, I'm getting ahead of my self, which ruins a good story.
First of all, I have something to confess. I'm on the federal naughty flyers list.
Not me, actually, but someone who plays me on TV.
No. Wait...
Someone who has the same name as me.
My evil twin, if you will.
And I'm getting pretty darn tired of him, cuz he's fowled up e-ticketing for me since 2005.
So after the usual song and dance
("Oh! you're the good _____ _____, not the bad one!" from the United ticket agent),
My boss and I make our way through a crowded, hostile airport to our gate. Hostile because every flight outboundto NY, Philly, DC and such were cancelled due to weather.
The company bought me a nice chicken sandwich from Mcdonalds, flight left without problem, and we arrived in N.O around 5:30.
stepped outside.... 85 degrees and air so thick you can spread it on toast.
yep. Just like I remember it.
My T.C. is a good guy. But he doesn't like being warm. and he gets warm REAL easy.
So the un-airconditioned shuttle ride to the French Quarter Marriott was not any fun.
to speed up this story:
made it to hotel, checked in, waited 30 minutes whilst my traveling companion wrassled with his room's internet connection, and finally got out.
And discovered...
all the places I used to go, all the places the wife and I would make sure to take guests when they'd come visit us in MS and we'd drive over to N.O. for the day, all the places that made N.O. worth the drive and the time to us.....
gone.
(hence the Pretenders quote)
The Magic Bus, the very best used CD store in America? gone.
La Madeline's french pastry and coffee shop? gone.
O'Flagerty's Irish Pub? gone.
The French Market grocery and flea market? gone?
you guessed it.
if the businesses were backed with corporate money, they weathered the post storm lack of tourism dollars far better, obviously, than local merchants, and this was obvious, everywhere I went.
As example, every hotel made sure to draw attention to the fact that they "proudly serve Starbucks".
I half expected to see Cafe Du Monde, the century old coffee shop, whose coffee you can buy worldwide, advertise this.
Larry Flynt was doing his part to bolster the local economy, as was the owners of the Coyote Ugly chain.
The # of crap T-shirt shops and take out Daquiri stands has quadrupled.
N.O. was always a day trip for us. we liked getting there early, getting a cup of coffee and some pastry, sitting on a park bench in Jackson Square, and watching the quarter wake up.
I went back to New Orleans, but my city was gone...
Given the above, I had never actually spent a night out on bourbon street before.
Bourbon street is full of large belt buckles, unsteady legs, excess, desperation and men standing in the middle of the street, hawking free admission passes to the various venues where one can give semi-clothed women a dollar for... being semi-clothed.
"C'mon in. It'll change your life!"
The essence of desperation and sadsack-dom became much more concentrated when you walked in to one of these places.
groups of young guys chain smoking marlboros, bragging about how you get in for free if you're in the military.
japanese men in suits, stacks of singles in front of them, intensely focused, expressionless, as the slightly built dancers try their hardest to part the money from the man's hand...
None of the guys actually seemed to be smiling. Apparently, this was serious business indeed.
film it in black and white, add a soundtrack of old tom waits music...
And when you were not in one of those clubs, you were sitting on a bar stool in one of the dozens of completely interchangeable bars along the street. All of them even had the exact same 70' rock/funk cover band performing. At least, they all seemed exactly alike.
And good news, it's three beers for the price of one tonite!
Oh, and it was spring break for thousands of high school and college students last week.
So you can sit and drink your three Buds for the price of one (one really expensive one), listening to Gap Band and Earth Wind and Fire covers and feeling like a dirty old man, without even really being a dirty old man, as the dance floor fills up with with 19 year olds, there to take full advantage of the Quarter's um...relaxed policy on legal ID's.
All the negative aside, I got to go out by myself for a couple of hours in the afternoon, on day 2 of the conference, thanks to a gap in seminars.
It was 65 degrees and sunny.
I walked the river for a bit, then cut inland to Cafe Du Monde, where I had a couple cups of their world famous coffee, while sitting on the patio listening to some good street musicians, watching an old man make balloon animals for the little kids passing by with the parents.
He's been working that corner for as long as I've been going to New Orleans.
All of this with Jackson Square and the horse and buggy parking as backdrop.
So, for that brief period, I got it.
It was the New Orleans of my memory, and I was a happy man. I had to call my wife, just to tell her.
"So I guess not every single thing we liked about N.O. is gone."
no, but it's a close thing.
Stopped by the New Orleans Kite shop on my way back to the hotel, talked for the very sweet middle aged owner, and spent some money. She told me how lonely it was, after the storm, when she re-opened, cuz lots of her fellow merchants were not around anymore.
http://www.kiteshopneworleans.com/, by the way.
That evening, we walked past every old, established, historical restaurant in the quarter, to end up eating at a bad sports bar with cheap food prices. My boss throws company pennies around like manhole covers.
Friday morning, we were in the hotel restaurant, having just sat down to eat our buffet breakfast before heading to the airport, when it happened.
A cockroach started walking across our table.
Breakfast was cancelled.
my traveling companion is a bit antsy. perpetually nervous about missing deadlines, flights, conference starts....
We were the first people at the conference on Wednesday morning, waiting 45 minutes before anyone else even showed up.
This carried over to leaving N.O., arriving at the airport 3 ½ hours before our flight.
There is simply not enough going on at the airport to keep you amused for three hours.
Had a great cup of coffee and a muffin at PJ's, a local coffee shop chain. My T.C. delighted in the fact that it wasn't starbucks.
He doesn't like their coffee, apparently. I know this, because I heard this, 15 times in three days....
we milked that coffee and muffin, and the highly in-demand table, for 75 minutes....
arrived late into O'hare, because it was Friday afternoon, and it's imposible to arrive on time into O'hare on Friday afternoon.
At one point, our pilot actually told us that he had been told to slow down as much as possible, to avoid being placed into a holding pattern.
I may be in the minority here, but I want my jet planes to fly as fast as they can. I don't like them when they're FLYING AS SLOW AS THEY CAN FLY, WITHOUT PROBLEMS OCCURING.
But I'm a sissy.
But my city was gone...All my favorite places...
Reduced to parking spaces
A, o, way to go ohio
- Chrissy Hynde
No way could you guess, with a post that starts by quoting from "My City Was Gone" by the Pretenders, that this is a re-cap of my adventures in travelling to New Orleans last week for a three day conference about "Securing Ones' supply chain, in a post 9/11 environment."
See, I used to hang out in N.O.
A lot.
When you live find yourself living on the MS gulf coast, scratching your head, mumbling "what was I thinking" over and over and over, there's really nothing better to do on a quiet Saturday than get in the car, and....drive somewhere else.
80 minutes from my driveway to the public parking lot adjascent to the Ajax Brewery building.
but by getting so far behind myself, I'm getting ahead of my self, which ruins a good story.
First of all, I have something to confess. I'm on the federal naughty flyers list.
Not me, actually, but someone who plays me on TV.
No. Wait...
Someone who has the same name as me.
My evil twin, if you will.
And I'm getting pretty darn tired of him, cuz he's fowled up e-ticketing for me since 2005.
So after the usual song and dance
("Oh! you're the good _____ _____, not the bad one!" from the United ticket agent),
My boss and I make our way through a crowded, hostile airport to our gate. Hostile because every flight outboundto NY, Philly, DC and such were cancelled due to weather.
The company bought me a nice chicken sandwich from Mcdonalds, flight left without problem, and we arrived in N.O around 5:30.
stepped outside.... 85 degrees and air so thick you can spread it on toast.
yep. Just like I remember it.
My T.C. is a good guy. But he doesn't like being warm. and he gets warm REAL easy.
So the un-airconditioned shuttle ride to the French Quarter Marriott was not any fun.
to speed up this story:
made it to hotel, checked in, waited 30 minutes whilst my traveling companion wrassled with his room's internet connection, and finally got out.
And discovered...
all the places I used to go, all the places the wife and I would make sure to take guests when they'd come visit us in MS and we'd drive over to N.O. for the day, all the places that made N.O. worth the drive and the time to us.....
gone.
(hence the Pretenders quote)
The Magic Bus, the very best used CD store in America? gone.
La Madeline's french pastry and coffee shop? gone.
O'Flagerty's Irish Pub? gone.
The French Market grocery and flea market? gone?
you guessed it.
if the businesses were backed with corporate money, they weathered the post storm lack of tourism dollars far better, obviously, than local merchants, and this was obvious, everywhere I went.
As example, every hotel made sure to draw attention to the fact that they "proudly serve Starbucks".
I half expected to see Cafe Du Monde, the century old coffee shop, whose coffee you can buy worldwide, advertise this.
Larry Flynt was doing his part to bolster the local economy, as was the owners of the Coyote Ugly chain.
The # of crap T-shirt shops and take out Daquiri stands has quadrupled.
N.O. was always a day trip for us. we liked getting there early, getting a cup of coffee and some pastry, sitting on a park bench in Jackson Square, and watching the quarter wake up.
I went back to New Orleans, but my city was gone...
Given the above, I had never actually spent a night out on bourbon street before.
Bourbon street is full of large belt buckles, unsteady legs, excess, desperation and men standing in the middle of the street, hawking free admission passes to the various venues where one can give semi-clothed women a dollar for... being semi-clothed.
"C'mon in. It'll change your life!"
The essence of desperation and sadsack-dom became much more concentrated when you walked in to one of these places.
groups of young guys chain smoking marlboros, bragging about how you get in for free if you're in the military.
japanese men in suits, stacks of singles in front of them, intensely focused, expressionless, as the slightly built dancers try their hardest to part the money from the man's hand...
None of the guys actually seemed to be smiling. Apparently, this was serious business indeed.
film it in black and white, add a soundtrack of old tom waits music...
And when you were not in one of those clubs, you were sitting on a bar stool in one of the dozens of completely interchangeable bars along the street. All of them even had the exact same 70' rock/funk cover band performing. At least, they all seemed exactly alike.
And good news, it's three beers for the price of one tonite!
Oh, and it was spring break for thousands of high school and college students last week.
So you can sit and drink your three Buds for the price of one (one really expensive one), listening to Gap Band and Earth Wind and Fire covers and feeling like a dirty old man, without even really being a dirty old man, as the dance floor fills up with with 19 year olds, there to take full advantage of the Quarter's um...relaxed policy on legal ID's.
All the negative aside, I got to go out by myself for a couple of hours in the afternoon, on day 2 of the conference, thanks to a gap in seminars.
It was 65 degrees and sunny.
I walked the river for a bit, then cut inland to Cafe Du Monde, where I had a couple cups of their world famous coffee, while sitting on the patio listening to some good street musicians, watching an old man make balloon animals for the little kids passing by with the parents.
He's been working that corner for as long as I've been going to New Orleans.
All of this with Jackson Square and the horse and buggy parking as backdrop.
So, for that brief period, I got it.
It was the New Orleans of my memory, and I was a happy man. I had to call my wife, just to tell her.
"So I guess not every single thing we liked about N.O. is gone."
no, but it's a close thing.
Stopped by the New Orleans Kite shop on my way back to the hotel, talked for the very sweet middle aged owner, and spent some money. She told me how lonely it was, after the storm, when she re-opened, cuz lots of her fellow merchants were not around anymore.
http://www.kiteshopneworleans.com/, by the way.
That evening, we walked past every old, established, historical restaurant in the quarter, to end up eating at a bad sports bar with cheap food prices. My boss throws company pennies around like manhole covers.
Friday morning, we were in the hotel restaurant, having just sat down to eat our buffet breakfast before heading to the airport, when it happened.
A cockroach started walking across our table.
Breakfast was cancelled.
my traveling companion is a bit antsy. perpetually nervous about missing deadlines, flights, conference starts....
We were the first people at the conference on Wednesday morning, waiting 45 minutes before anyone else even showed up.
This carried over to leaving N.O., arriving at the airport 3 ½ hours before our flight.
There is simply not enough going on at the airport to keep you amused for three hours.
Had a great cup of coffee and a muffin at PJ's, a local coffee shop chain. My T.C. delighted in the fact that it wasn't starbucks.
He doesn't like their coffee, apparently. I know this, because I heard this, 15 times in three days....
we milked that coffee and muffin, and the highly in-demand table, for 75 minutes....
arrived late into O'hare, because it was Friday afternoon, and it's imposible to arrive on time into O'hare on Friday afternoon.
At one point, our pilot actually told us that he had been told to slow down as much as possible, to avoid being placed into a holding pattern.
I may be in the minority here, but I want my jet planes to fly as fast as they can. I don't like them when they're FLYING AS SLOW AS THEY CAN FLY, WITHOUT PROBLEMS OCCURING.
But I'm a sissy.
music as lifestyle / fashion
an email exchange with a friend led to the topic of concert footage he's seen, of bands like The Grateful Dead, allman bros, skynyrd....
He marveled at the lack of showmanship, even while some of the music was amazing.
I don't think you went to those shows to watch the band's performance. I think you went to let the music flow through you, whilst you danced awkwardly around on the grass, barefoot, perhaps with a tie dye clad bra-less waif, who was partially obscured in a cloud of patchouli funk. She was probably really hot, but you'd have to hose her down real good... That's just the allman brothers and the dead. Skynyrd... I think you went to those shows so your 200lb tube top wearing girlfriend could climb up on your skinny, homemade tattoo-adorned shoulders, and scream "whoo hoo!" while waving the confed. flag over her head... here's an alarming combo we studiously avoided when living down south. Skynyrd playing a 4th of July concert at the hockey arena in Biloxi. We were pretty sure THAT crowd would have made us pack up our sh*t and flee MS, that very night. GD and AB actually put out a fair amount of music I like hearing, especially when I'm driving. and they were known for putting on marathon-length concerts. filled with 20 minute guitar solos, and a bunch of guys just standing around...
My friend indicated that the serious deadhead types always made him uncomfortable, and would write this off as being a product of HIS own narrowmindedness.
My thoughts?
the true dead heads bugged me, too.
And honestly, how many bootleg concert tapes can you possibly need?
And was the '78 Alpine Valley version of Dark Star REALLY more profoundly trancendent than the '76 Red Rocks version?
I recall music conversations with them, never lasting long.
Me: If you like that, do you also like ______ (fill in the blank, CSN, Neil Young, allman bros, etc)
"No. I only listen to the 'dead."
Ok. good talk. let's do it again soon.
Any group of people that have decided that one band, or one narrow genre of music is the ONLY thing to listen to, and actually adopt lifeystle options and fashion choices to coincide... let me know when you've grown out of the posing phase of your life.
True dead heads; all the black clothes wearing, Morissey worshipping squids and the portly pale girls that loved them even though they were secretly gay; the unkempt self mutilating punkers who would hang out at the McDonalds in the Kalamazoo Center on saturdays when I was in high school...
f*ck 'em for their closed mindedness and music-fueled mis-placed elitist attitudes.
I'm 40 years old now, and some of them are still working in record stores, wondering which poorly attended show they should go to next....
but young women in tie-dyes... they were ok.
so very ok...
And while I'm at it, f*ck the sailing fanatics that will only listen to Jimmy Buffett on their boats.
you're a stereotype.
Put down the rum drink and change the CD already.
But, uh.... thanks for taking me sailing those times. I really dug it.
He marveled at the lack of showmanship, even while some of the music was amazing.
I don't think you went to those shows to watch the band's performance. I think you went to let the music flow through you, whilst you danced awkwardly around on the grass, barefoot, perhaps with a tie dye clad bra-less waif, who was partially obscured in a cloud of patchouli funk. She was probably really hot, but you'd have to hose her down real good... That's just the allman brothers and the dead. Skynyrd... I think you went to those shows so your 200lb tube top wearing girlfriend could climb up on your skinny, homemade tattoo-adorned shoulders, and scream "whoo hoo!" while waving the confed. flag over her head... here's an alarming combo we studiously avoided when living down south. Skynyrd playing a 4th of July concert at the hockey arena in Biloxi. We were pretty sure THAT crowd would have made us pack up our sh*t and flee MS, that very night. GD and AB actually put out a fair amount of music I like hearing, especially when I'm driving. and they were known for putting on marathon-length concerts. filled with 20 minute guitar solos, and a bunch of guys just standing around...
My friend indicated that the serious deadhead types always made him uncomfortable, and would write this off as being a product of HIS own narrowmindedness.
My thoughts?
the true dead heads bugged me, too.
And honestly, how many bootleg concert tapes can you possibly need?
And was the '78 Alpine Valley version of Dark Star REALLY more profoundly trancendent than the '76 Red Rocks version?
I recall music conversations with them, never lasting long.
Me: If you like that, do you also like ______ (fill in the blank, CSN, Neil Young, allman bros, etc)
"No. I only listen to the 'dead."
Ok. good talk. let's do it again soon.
Any group of people that have decided that one band, or one narrow genre of music is the ONLY thing to listen to, and actually adopt lifeystle options and fashion choices to coincide... let me know when you've grown out of the posing phase of your life.
True dead heads; all the black clothes wearing, Morissey worshipping squids and the portly pale girls that loved them even though they were secretly gay; the unkempt self mutilating punkers who would hang out at the McDonalds in the Kalamazoo Center on saturdays when I was in high school...
f*ck 'em for their closed mindedness and music-fueled mis-placed elitist attitudes.
I'm 40 years old now, and some of them are still working in record stores, wondering which poorly attended show they should go to next....
but young women in tie-dyes... they were ok.
so very ok...
And while I'm at it, f*ck the sailing fanatics that will only listen to Jimmy Buffett on their boats.
you're a stereotype.
Put down the rum drink and change the CD already.
But, uh.... thanks for taking me sailing those times. I really dug it.
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