I had one of those early morning “special projects” at work on Sunday. They happen every once in a while, and I dread ’em with a vigorous passion, my friends. Not because of the project itself — we’ve got that shit down to a science — but because of the early morning aspect of it all. Here’s what happened this past Saturday night/Sunday morning, and it was a fairly standard turn of events:
- Went to bed at 10, feeling drowsy and confident that I might get a few hours of genuine sleep.
- Almost immediately dozed off.
- Jerked awake at 11:11 for no known reason.
- Wallowed and thrashed for the next two or three hours, in a low-grade panic, and got myself thoroughly wound-up in the sheets like Fat Tut.
- Finally fell asleep again, seemingly minutes before the alarm went off.
- Walked around all day in a bizarre haze, feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience.
- Got home, free fell into a chair, stared straight ahead and drooled like I’d been lobotomized. Until Toney ordered me upstairs for a nap, which I resisted because I’m not the napping type.
- Came downstairs four hours later, watched Beachfront Bargain Hunt, and drank several IPAs.
It’s extremely disruptive to my otherwise unproductive day. And I still don’t feel 100% today. Oh well. We’re good for three months, or so. The downside? Those three months will pass in what’ll feel like four weeks. Another part of the tradition is everybody shouting a few days in advance: “Are you serious?! Didn’t we just do that??” Ah, it’s the circle of life.
I just went out to pick up some cheesesteaks from Nickie’s Fabulous Hoagies, which is indeed fabulous. And I learned that Sirius/XM has launched a Kiss Army channel (Ch. 30). Heh. I turned it on, and they were playing some kind of alternative version of “Detroit Rock City.” It sounds like it could be a fun channel, but I suspect I won’t be able to stomach more than ten minutes at a time. I mean… the 70s stuff is not very good, but somehow enjoyable. But when they get into the 80s… yeah, it’s time to seek other musical opportunities. Holy shitfingers!
Those channels devoted to one artist are frustrating. Like the Beatles Channel, for instance. They’re always playing artists the Beatles supposedly loved (??), and deep cuts from Ringo solo albums, and things like that. It feels like actual Beatles music is only about 50% of what they play. And the Tom Petty Channel plays a shitload of live recordings. I’m sorry, but I’m not all that interested in the 6/15/86 Des Moines, Iowa version of “The Waiting.”
But Sirius/XM thoughtfully provides you with many, many channels to jump to. ‘Cause none of them, with the possible exception of Little Steven’s Underground Garage, can keep me listening for more than 15 or 20 minutes at a time. Who’s with me on this? Can you remain on one Sirius/XM music station for extended periods?
My automatic “turn it!” prompts include, but are not limited to:
First Wave: Depeche Mode, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Classic Rewind: Pink Floyd, The Doors, U2.
Except for Underground Garage, those are the two channels I listen to the most. I’m good for about 15 minutes on each. UG is by far my favorite. It’s genuinely interesting and good, until they go off on a long blues jag. I need upbeat stuff when I’m driving, thank you very much. Not some mournful tune about how a man couldn’t hold back the charm, a lifelong curse, and ended up destroying a beautiful marriage or somesuch. Is that every blues song? Probably not.
Anyway, I’ll check out the Kiss Channel, until they take it down. They put these things up for a month or two. Like the Billy Joel Channel, or the Rod Stewart Channel. It all sounds good in theory, but in real life… not so much. I think there’s a Springsteen Channel on there, and maybe a Grateful Dead? I like Bruce, but only from the 70s. And I don’t need a lot of the live stuff. Ya know?
They should have a power pop channel. I could curate that bastard. It would be the best driving channel of them all. Give me a call, Sirius/XM. I work cheap.
We’re supposed to get hammered with snow again tomorrow. And some ice, as well. That’s awesome. But the pitchers and catchers report this week, so spring is near. On paper, anyway; the warm weather comes a little later up here. But it’s not too far away, right? My newest podcast episode ended up being a bit baseball-heavy, but not in a baseball nerd kind of way… I don’t want to discourage anyone from listening. Believe me, it’s all about my frustrations. Check it out if you’re so inclined. Right here, or wherever you get podcasts. This is the summary:
In this one I tell you about the time I almost died due to unbridled hick fury, a classic rock guessing game, the man who repeatedly mispronounced the word saga, the final chapter (hopefully) of our dishwasher adventure, a new Johnny Bench documentary I watched on Saturday, my gut-wrenching Johnny Bench Night story from 1983 that still makes me twitch and grimace, and a small sign that I might still be semi-human. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for listening!
And speaking of podcasts, I have another one I’d like to recommend: No Redeeming Qualities. One of the hosts edits and produces my show, and does a damn fine job of it. He and a friend host NRQ and it’s genuinely funny. I mentioned their Wheels of Justice episode recently, and would like to recommend it again. I also have a story to tell about their program, which I’ll share in the near future. In the meantime, check ’em out. They’re funny and smart.
Which podcasts are you listening to these days? In addition to NRQ, I’m still on Marc Maron, sometimes Carolla, a weekly Reds podcast called Redleg Nation, Tom Scharpling’s The Best Show, and Rhett Miller’s new program called Wheels Off. And that’s about all I have time for these days. Four or five years ago I’d rip through twice as many shows, but not anymore. Do you listen to any podcasts? Tell us about it, won’t you?
I’m off today, and it’s glorious. It’s been nothing but coffee, cheesesteak, and disgraceful shitsackery all day long. Just the way I like it. I might go upstairs now and crack open the Kindle, read a few chapters of a kickass book I’m reading. Or maybe go out for an hour or so. We’ll see how it goes. All options are on the table. It’s glorious, I tell you!
Have a great week, my friends!
I’ll see you again on Thursday.