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Give me a song or band to wake me up, inspire me, get me out of the doldrums, make me not want to go on a four-state killing spree or otherwise just make me feel better about being on deadline on a Wednesday afternoon while being in a plain (pain?), bad mood.
I’ve tried Riot (not Quiet, the good Riot. Look it up), Thin Lizzy, the Replacements, now I’m gravitating toward Van Halen. Cliche but true for is terribly old 80s guys who hate it when frat kids wake us up at 2 a.m. when we’re sleeping in the next cabin. But I don’t think it’ll work – Van Halen or the frat kids.
Quick, I said … QUICKLY
My wife and I were driving somewhere over the weekend when – as I occasionally do – began babbling at the side of her head. She usually doesn’t react much, which is really the best thing to do. Read the rest of this entry »
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Continuing the day’s blog theme of bands I thought ruled when I was in high school (OK, and still do), I just saw an item on the wire from Billboard concerning a new Van Halen record, which would be their first in 12 years (if you count that one they made with Gary Cherone): Read the rest of this entry »
My Facebook-mandated 25 things you probably didn’t know about me (or whatever it’s called). I have to do it, as it’s sweeping the nation.
1. I was at Ed Halicki’s no-hitter in Aug. ’75.
2. I’ve had a strange obsession with alligators since I was little.
3. I met my dad and two sisters when I was 18. If I had my dad’s last name, I would be Anthony David McPhee.
4. Buffalo Bill was my great-grandmother’s great uncle. She told me stories of meeting him when she was little.
5. My first street was named after my aunt (Julianne Court); the subdivision after my mom (Lynne Estates). My grandpa built six (I think) of the eight houses on the street, including the one I grew up in. I lived with my grandparents until I was 12.
A teacher in Germany recently helped 16-year-old students in her charge celebrate the beginning of the new term by, uh. putting on a show for them. Well, until another teacher covered her with a table cloth just as the pants were about to go.
Why didn’t I have teachers like that?
Lucky for us, one of her students was clever enough to record the whole thing on his cell phone. Which is just another reminder that you shouldn’t do anything in public that you don’t want millions of people seeing on the Internet.