Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mississippi moon gonna keep on shinin' on you

Thanks, Anonymous, for the header picture tip. I will use that in the future with my monstrous pictures. I have a ridiculously large monitor here at home that I bought when I was ghetto rich. It's wider than all but one of my televisions. Normal pictures look weird and stretched out. Beyonce looks like Oprah. Stanette always asks when she sees a picture of herself... Do I look fat?




I just booked a trip to Vegas in July. It's my friend Ralph's 40th birthday. He maintains a residence in Las Vegas due to Montana's onerous 6.9% state income tax. A bunch of folks are headed down there to throw down like James Brown. I haven't been to Vegas since 1995, when I saw Page-Plant FROM THE FRONT ROW. Can you spell b-e-s-t-c-o-n-c-e-r-t-e-v-e-r? They were mighty. This time should be fun, too.




Speaking of concerts, the Doobie Brothers are playing at Big Sky. We don't get many decent rock shows here, which is why we make our own.



Music, that is.



We try to occupy ourselves, but when the Doobie Brothers come through, you better stand up and recognize.



So this will be a fun one.



We got tickets.



It is under the stars in one of the most gorgeous settings you can imagine.



No Michael McDonald and no Skunk Baxter, but it looks like the other four dudes will be there.


(How much do you wanna bet one of those^^^ guys sounds exactly like Michael McDonald? No takers?)

They were my dad's favorite band when we were growing up. I think we saw them three times at Alpine Valley, as a family.



I was probably like 10 - 15ish during that span. They were awesome back then.



Jumping around with long hair and just generally bringing the china grove oh black water taking it to the streets depending on you without love minute by minute jesus is just alright take me in your arms long train running south city midnight lady rock to the cornfields of Wisconsin.



They were fantastic. Here is me, pulling some g's to catch Tricky.



With the recession and all, I try to enjoy the simpler things, like watching my sprinkler system at dusk, which is damn close to 10 p.m. here.



There are eight zones, and they pop up four at a time like gophers, spray back and forth for a few minutes and then pop down.



Immediately, the next group of four pop up, do their thing, and so on. You can follow them around the house.



Hey. I live in Montana, and it's cheaper than a movie.



G'night. Hope you rocked your Tuesday.



Tomorrow is Hump Day.



Tuesday, you just keep your head down and reach for each rung on the ladder, and climb, climb, climb.



You're still carrying a lot of water and it's a heavy burden.



You shift shoulders and just keep putting one hand and one foot in front of the other.




Wednesday will be here in an hour and thirty-two minutes.



Don't get me wrong, Wednesday still blows.



Unless it's a powder day.



But, generally, Wednesday sucks as much as Tuesday, except for the fact that when you finish Wednesday, you know Thursday is the next day.



And from the vantage point of Thursday, you can see yourself like Fred Flinstone hearing that whistle and sliding down the brontosaurus tail on Friday.

You know what I'm talking about.



Ha! That is one of "the Bobs" from Office Space on the t.v. behind me.

Nice.

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6 Comments:

Blogger k-top said...

Thursday is,afterall...Fiday Eve.
It's kind of a holy day really.
Imagine the Virgin Mary talking to the baby Jesus saying "won't you please shut up? It's almost Thursday and if you keep crying until Friday eve,Friday may never come.Then what would people say about you? They will say you are the one who ruined good Friday.That's what they will say. Now be good baby Jesus"

12:01 AM  
Blogger xTx said...

i like swimming in rivers

7:46 AM  
Anonymous Brokejaw said...

when did salami salami BUZZ ship off his fez to ya?

8:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I saw them back in 87 when they had their reunion with all the past members. Probaly the best concert I have been to. It was in Nor Cal mountains with around 50k people. The crowed was older and mostly enjoying some medicinal doobies. My girlfriend and I were able to walk to the front with out and pushing/ shoving. She kept yelling for Michael McDonald to sing Lady.
JT

12:28 PM  
Blogger Veronica said...

I am having one of the worst days, and it is about to get really shitassugly. And I needed a smile, and I just knew your blog would do it for me. And it did.
thank you.
xo
V

12:03 PM  
Blogger thedaydreamnation said...

I met Skunk Baxter once, I used to be a guitar nerd and maybe wow I'm guessing early 90s he did some promotional guitar clinics for Guitar Center and me and a friend went and he was pretty cool.

The sucky thing is that he signed an Epiphone hollowbody guitar with a magic marker and then somebody won it in a promotion at the guitar clinic, and then like a year later I saw a For Sale ad tacked up in a laundromat for the Skunk Baxter-signed Epiphone guitar.

I mean, Skunk ain't no Jimi Hendrix and the Epiphone wasn't some collectible jazz box, but to sell a guitar that you won in a promotion is just plain tacky.

If you luck out and win a midline guitar signed by a respectable journeyman guitarist you should keep the damn guitar and respect it for what it is, not tack up For Sale signs in laundromats.

6:46 PM  

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