Just so you know: I once saw the Commodores in concert. My girlfriend liked them, and we went. There was a lot of choreography, as I recall. And that’s about all I remember about it.
I also attended a Rick Springfield concert with the same girlfriend, as well as a Hall & Oates show. H&O was a blast. I wouldn’t have gone, if it hadn’t been for… you know, romance. But it turned out to be a good time, and made me a fan. I’d now call H&O a guilty pleasure, if I felt the least bit guilty about it.
I also saw the Statler Bros. with my parents. I got my nose broken in the mosh pit that night. Pure unbridled mayhem! Of course that’s a lie. I don’t remember much about it, except there was a lot of scripted banter. It wasn’t bad, though. A little too Branson, Missouri… but not bad.
These are unlikely shows I’ve attended, not of my own free will. None were horrible, and one turned out to be a lot of fun. Please tell us about the events you’ve been dragged to, kicking and screaming. Anything? Use the comments link below.
Our youngest son has a birthday on Sunday. One of his main gifts will be a good turntable. He loves the vinyl, and has half my LP collection in his bedroom by now. He’d been using a crappy $59 Target model, but we’ve upgraded him to a decent one. I think it’ll make him happy.
And since his birthday is coming up, I guess I’ll have to sit down and over-write a sappy, melodramatic Facebook post? That’s required by law at this point, right?
Fifteen years ago today… on a bright and sunny California morning… our family was made whole, with the arrival of a beautiful baby boy…
Blecch. What’s wrong with people?? All those “years ago today” posts make my rectum turn inside out. And why must the weather always be brought into it? Humanity is a shithouse.
And speaking of rectums, check this out. I’m referenced in a Canadian newspaper article about toilet paper, for some reason. Heh. I’ve never been prouder.
Yesterday I happened upon a tiny record label that’s reissuing obscure and semi-obscure albums from the ’70s and ’80s. Check it out. For a burned-out old record store rat like myself, this shit is mind-blowing. So much stuff I’d forgotten about… I kept hollering, “Oh, wow!”
There are a few stone cold gems mixed in there too, which disappeared decades ago and never even made it to CD. Like this one, and this one, and this one. Fantastic! I already downloaded the Payola$ album, and will snag several more soon. I experienced a full-on nerdgasm when I found out about this. I ain’t kiddin’.
Toney came home from the grocery store today with a six-pack of this. A Christmas seasonal, already. And one of the best beers I’ve ever tasted. Those babies are chilling in the fridge as I type, and are not long for this world. Lambs to the freakin’ slaughter…
And I’m going to call it a day, my friends. If you’ve ever been dragged to an unlikely event, because of “romance” or something else, please tell us about it in the comments.
I’ll be back with more of this hard-hitting investigative journalism soon.
Have a great day!