Back and Better Than Ezra!
Hi y'all... Sorry it looks like all this time in the south is starting to affect my brain. It's been I while since I'll hit the old blog but here is what I have been up to.
Last week after a trauma-filled day at various airports I finally made it back to Indy for the weekend. Being a certified genius I went to the wrong airport where my plane was obviously not at. After booking a last minute one way ticket (which I found out is just a good as screaming "I'm a terrorist!" really loud) and running to barely catch my connection, I make it home to find out that my bags did not. This was a real problem since my keys were also in my bag. So I had to catch a cab and bust straight to the Vogue to catch the Built to Spill show. I arrived about 4 songs late and missed "Time Trap" but the rest of the show was fantastic. Doug Martsch sounds even more like Neil Young live than on his discs, which I thought would be almost impossible. The only disappointment of the evening was the encore, a cover of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". Everyone who knows me knows that this is probably my least favorite song in the entire world, being as it was the sawn of the unholy union of The Beatles and Eric Clapton. Other than that though it was good times.
Along with all the traveling I have had a great amount of time to read. Last weak I finished Joe Pernice's "Meat is Murder" entry in the 33 1/3 series, Chuck Palanhuik's "Lullaby" and "Choke", and Bret Easton Ellis's "Less Than Zero". This week I have just started the first book in Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, "Quicksilver". 900 pages, and their are 2 more after it that are even longer. No worries, I have nothing but time.
Last night a co-worker and I went and saw Joss Wheadon's "Serenity". It was fantastic even for people who are not fans of the short lived "Firefly" series, the movie stands on it's own quite well. I would not be surprised if this was the sleeper hit of the fall.
That's all I've got for now. I'll blog again soon. b
Last week after a trauma-filled day at various airports I finally made it back to Indy for the weekend. Being a certified genius I went to the wrong airport where my plane was obviously not at. After booking a last minute one way ticket (which I found out is just a good as screaming "I'm a terrorist!" really loud) and running to barely catch my connection, I make it home to find out that my bags did not. This was a real problem since my keys were also in my bag. So I had to catch a cab and bust straight to the Vogue to catch the Built to Spill show. I arrived about 4 songs late and missed "Time Trap" but the rest of the show was fantastic. Doug Martsch sounds even more like Neil Young live than on his discs, which I thought would be almost impossible. The only disappointment of the evening was the encore, a cover of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". Everyone who knows me knows that this is probably my least favorite song in the entire world, being as it was the sawn of the unholy union of The Beatles and Eric Clapton. Other than that though it was good times.
Along with all the traveling I have had a great amount of time to read. Last weak I finished Joe Pernice's "Meat is Murder" entry in the 33 1/3 series, Chuck Palanhuik's "Lullaby" and "Choke", and Bret Easton Ellis's "Less Than Zero". This week I have just started the first book in Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, "Quicksilver". 900 pages, and their are 2 more after it that are even longer. No worries, I have nothing but time.
Last night a co-worker and I went and saw Joss Wheadon's "Serenity". It was fantastic even for people who are not fans of the short lived "Firefly" series, the movie stands on it's own quite well. I would not be surprised if this was the sleeper hit of the fall.
That's all I've got for now. I'll blog again soon. b
posted by Byron at 9:29 AM
1 Comments:
Byron - why the hate for WMGGW? You're talking about one of the best guitar solos ever recorded dude. Say what you will about Clapton, but I don't think the guy ever played a wrong note in his entire career. He is the very definition of a tasteful soloist - never plays too many notes, always holds the note for the right amount of time, etc.
Say, are you going to be in Indy this weekend? I'll be down, we need to get togeths. What's your cell number these days? Hit me up, email style - mahicks@gmail.com
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