I was listening to local talk radio recently, and the host told the caller to “vote with your feet.” I don’t remember what they were talking about. Caulk or mutual funds… what does it matter? But the woman busted out laughing, as if the host had just made a devastating funny.
“Vote with your feet!” she shrieked. “Oh my god, that’s great!! Vote with your feet!!”
WTF? Isn’t that a common phrase? Bordering on cliche, even? And even if it were brand new, freshly minted, it’s not exactly hilarious, is it?
I frowned at the radio, and put in a CD. There’s only so much a man can take.
And speaking of Wilco, they’re apparently coming to town. To Scranton, I mean. On the rare occasion I’m moved to see a band perform live, it almost always requires a drive to Philadelphia. I’ve gone down there to see Paul Westerberg, Paul Weller, and the Eels about three times.
But Wilco just added a few dates to their ConstaTour 1995 – present, and are supposedly coming to the Scranton Cultural Center in March. Check it out.
Man, I’m gonna be all over that like a spider monkey on a custodian. The venue is roughly seven (six?) miles from our house, and is also a really cool place. I’m excited!
Toney and I first saw Wilco (along with the Jayhawks) in 1995, literally hours after we found out we were going to be parents for the first time. We’d stopped on our way home from work that night, and bought a home pregnancy kit. And after some peein’ ‘n’ waitin’ we were informed, via plastic messenger, that the first Secret was on his way.
We went to the show, at the 40 Watt in Athens, but our minds were racing a mile a minute. The club wasn’t exactly packed, and we were standing just a few feet from the bands. Yet I don’t remember much about it. I know Wilco did a lot of Uncle Tupelo songs, and a few off their second album, which hadn’t been released yet. Other than that… pretty much a blur.
This is supposedly the set list, but what do I know about it? I could barely hear anything, because a voice kept yelling, “Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit…!” inside my head the whole time.
I saw them one other time after that strange night, and know all their albums like the back of my freakin’ hand. Somehow Wilco has wormed their way into my life, like few other bands.
One of their records, Summerteeth, conjures unpleasant memories of our cash-strapped California years, and I can barely listen to it. It makes my scrotum feel funny, like when I look down from the top of a skyscraper or whatever.
And another one, Sky Blue Sky, makes me feel almost giddy with optimism. Clearly, something good was happening during that period.
The shit’s all interwoven into my world, ‘n’ shit.
So, anyway… I’m looking forward to seeing the band again. Maybe I’ll take the oldest Secret with me? How cool would that be?
I had to leave and run a few errands, between that Wilco stuff and now. Good god, why didn’t I remember it’s seasoned citizen day at the grocery store? Unbelievable. I thought my forehead was going to split open, and start spraying blood.
I hope I make it to the age of wide-open entitlement, I really do. I’m owed it.
This one’s a little short, but I need to get ready for work now… For a Question, I’d like to hear (read) your stories about the day you found out you were going to be a parent for the first time. You know, if you ARE a parent. Use the comments link below.
Also, I’m interested in the other “fun” websites you visit. I’m not talking about news sites, or crackpot political blogs, or things like that. Tell us about the sites you visit for entertainment purposes. Other than porn… everybody knows where to find that.
I’ll see you guys tomorrow, at both sites. And speaking of both sites, Metten has been on a roll at Mockable over the last few days, so be sure to check it out.
Have a great day, boys and girls.