Thursday, June 29, 2006

Getting Back to Normal

Today I treated myself to two things. A latte and a walk in the park. To some that my just seem like a $4 cup of coffee and a chance to let the 90% humidity dampen their work duds. But let me tell you these are the little things I have been missing over the past three weeks of insano work. The events in was in charge of are finally over. I couldn’t be more pleased. Life should return to normal soon, in fact I resume life on the bus tomorrow. Today in nostalgic preparation I walked from the office (I drove in) to the bus stop and back to work. It was a lovely walk through Bushnell Park that ended at my bank’s ATM and Starbucks. Upon returning to work I felt things were a bit more normal. Still plenty to do, but only enough to make the day go by quickly. I seems good times lay in wait. The weekends are filling up with visits from family and friends so look forward to a few cameos on Transfer Station-including one by my little brother-who is extraordinarily entertaining- this week. It’s going to be a great show so tune in at

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Too Much Rain-CT Dispatch

Well I am finally getting fed up with all this rain out here. As I sit in my office lamenting the drudgeries and stresses of another day I am literally soaking wet due to the short walk to the office from the bus stop. Looks like a mixed bag for the next few days of rain on and off including Saturday, not only the official day of Transfer Station but a day I have invited a bunch of people over for a barbeque. Well, I'm looking forward to things looking up for everybody, but the blues seem to be all around. I hope you'll tune in late Friday night/early Saturday to catch it. You can tune in 2-5 am Saturday (really late friday) at Here's the set list from the late show last week to wet your whistle. It was a fine show featuring a number of call ins (including one by Phillipe) and a news story about putting a mouse in a Taco-anyone ever see Strange Brew...

I Cant Speak No Spanish-Little Charlie and the Nightcats/Dont Start me Talkin-Willie Big Eyes Smith/Let the Good Times Roll-BB King/Taking It All to Vegas-Debbie Davies/Dirty Shame-Carey Bell/Better Be Getting On-Smokin Joe Kubeck/The Life of the Party-Harmonica Shah/Got My Mojo Working-Pinetop Perkins/My Babe-Little Walter/Check Writing Woman-Watermelon Slim and the Workers/Evil Hearted Woman-Lightning Hopkins/Down South Woman Blues-Washboard Sam/Mean Old Lady-Michael Burks/Why Are People Like That-Tab Benoit/Ill Do Anything But Work-Duke Robbillard/Midnight Special-Ledbelly/Mean Old World-Otis Rush & Prof. Longhair/On the Road Again-Sonny Terry & Brownie McGee/TNT-Ladell McLin


Saturday, June 03, 2006

A windy, chilly Saturday in the district...

And, once again, I haven't slept much. Yes, I promise, I'll try to find something cheerier to write about next time. But if you head over to My Old Kentucky Blog you can find the definitive collection of covers of perhaps the most beautiful, heartbreaking song ever...very apropos of my mood today...

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

You say I took the Name in vain
I don't even know the Name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you
I remember when I moved in you
The holy ghost was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Yessir, Mr. Cohen knew of what he spake. I can't decide today, if I prefer Rufus' version, Jeff Buckley's version, or Allison Crowe, today, although the Late Tuesday one (if you don't know them, check them out, they're fabulous) is perhaps the most unsettling today to me.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Bring on June!

So, it's hot as hell and muggy to boot here in our nation's capital. Welcome to June.

But, hey, it's gotta beat May, right? Let's see how May went:

Bocce team eliminated from playoffs in first round.
Lost my appeal of a littering ticket I had nothing to do with.
Bike got stolen.
Tore a hole in the pants of my favourite suit.
Had the most important person in the world break my heart and shatter my hopes and dreams for the future.

It may have been the most beautiful weather month in a long time, and we'll regret not enjoying it enough in a couple of weeks, but fuck it, I think I'll skip May next year.

As for June, well, World Cup. 'nuff said. GO TOGO!