The dude abides

When a problem comes along
You must whip it

I was in Philly last weekend, visiting the city of brotherly love, seeing Pearl Jam, and visiting Stanette's brother, Stephan, and his wife, Sarah.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I want you to want me.

I guess I'll end up alone just like before.

Well, I guess you people are expecting a blog post.

We phlew to Philly.

We were delayed in Bozeman because there was 10 inches of snow. The runways were all icy. We eventually got there, though.

Philly is a cool town.

(^^Masonic Temple. I wanted to take a tour, but they were closed that day. Probably working on a new secret handsake.)

Pearl Jam closed the Spectrum. They played the four final shows there over the weekend. That didn't suck at all. No, siree.

I want to do a big emergency brake powerslide in a vintage muscle car.

The dollar bill is trying to tell me something. (Bad attempt to make fun of that crappy Nicholaus Cage movie "National Treasure." That building behind me is the Masonic Temple again... It's doorway is the next picture.)

I sure did like Philly. We went to City Hall, and the Art Museum. I neglected to take the requisite Rocky photo at the top of the steps. There was a killer Gorky exhibit. They also had a great Dali, and an entire Marcel Duchamp exhibit that was incredible. Also, Rodin's "The Thinker" was inside the museum for cleaning, instead of across town at the Rodin museum, so we got to see that up close.

Stanette's brother and sister-in-law are great fun. We did a lot of laughing.

(^City Hall.)

Oh yes...

Phil-A-Delphi-A FREEDOM!

Thanks for reading.

Everything has changed.

WTF?

I failed to eat a cheesesteak in Philly.

All you mindful, skinny vegans can go ahead and SUCK IT!!

You can't really trust anybody who subsists on nuts and soy milk.

Before you know it, you're composting and abducting babies from the Dominican Republic and selling them on the black market to Madonna in the K-Mart parking lot.

Absolutely nothing's changed.

I am living the dream.

I met Matt Cameron on the street in Philly.

He played drums for Soundgarden.

He has played the skins for Pearl Jam since around '98...

Yay!

Check out the theremin...

On Halloween, in Philly, Pearl Jam put on Devo costimes and played "Whip It."

Need I say more?

Labels: But I really wish I had 2.5 kids and a Volvo

The one you never seen before

The Flaming Lips covering the White Stripes...

I love, love, love my Boogie Station.

I was up there today, making the rock happen.

My buddy, Jeff, came over.

He plays guitar.

(Isn't my sister pretty?!?!)

We played guitar together.

I also played the organ a little.

I played the bass.

I played the drums.

I bought a tambourine this weekend, that I attached to the hi-hat, and I played that, too.

The sound up there is out of sight.

It's a pretty unique space.

I bet that not too many of you know somebody (besides me) who has a total mad-scientist music room with an organ, a tambourine and a theremin. And if you do?

Well, here's to you.

And send me your friend's phone number. Hook a brother up.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself and raise a glass to the world, for giving me such an awesome life up here in the mountains, a loving family, friends that I will take to the grave, and a beautiful, funny, talented, special, smoking hot chick, whom, in a few short weeks, I will be proud to make my wife.

I am a fortunate man.

The nature of my game

Here is a pretty ding dang sweet Sympathy from the rock and roll circus:

Let me please introduce myself.

My name is Joe.

I try to do the best I can with what I have.

I give out a whole lotta love to a whole lotta people.

I suspect if you're reading this... I'd lay even odds that I just may have given out a little bit of that love to you.

The best part about the whole thing is that if the previous sentence is true, and you are reading this, well, it's just sending a little love back my way.

Thanks.

P.S. I'm 40 years old; I'm mildly retarded: I live with my parents; I ride my bike ... and I REALLY LIKE POPCORN!

P.P.S. John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Eric Clapton, Mitch Mitchell, Winston Legthigh and Keith Richards, whom Mick recognizes as, "Dirty."

P.P.P.S. I have read Catcher In The Rye several times. I'm a pretty smart guy, and I think I understand the book. But I have no idea why it would make you shoot John Lennon.

(^Check out Yoko knitting with a blindfold. Bitch was crazy, no?)

Her man's been gone
For nigh on a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain't here

Keith Richards introducing your band + eyepatch + top hat + cigar + Keith Moon unhinged + tight white pants + silver vest + john entwhistle singing harmony in some kind of skintight scuba suit + fringed jacket with no shirt + pete FULL WINDMILL = Victory.

Well, that seems like a good night to me.

P.S. Is Keith Moon wearing a sequined, black bodysuit?

Not exactly.

It seems to be a black bodysuit with little, tiny cymbals sewed on it.

You can't get that at Target.

It's a lot to take in. I am on my eighth viewing, and I am riveted.

P.P.S. Still miss him...