Leo

Wow! Thanks everyone.

Chris, amazing that you already know me so well. Those would all be great gifts. YOU are cherry.

Johnny, would love to do those mountains with you some day. Thanks.

Lou, how many Leos do you know? Definitely will see you here or in Chicago or, better yet, both.

Viatroy, is there any other way to be undressed!? Thanks.

Tom, thanks, lets do some shows and a Chisox/Tiger game.

To the others I haven't yet met, thank you.

You scored 9 out of 10.

You tore through that like a hurricane. Keep on rockin

Tom, I don't know you but, having recently met your mother, your success does not surprise me.

Congratulations!

You mean the crackling fireplace?

Yes, except he snapped pencils for the effect.

On The Beach

Everybody Knows

American Stars N Bars (best use of snapping pencils as an instrument EVER, on Will To Love).

They never play it live! Wait ...

Crazy rides rockets

Waves a magic wand

Empty out your pockets

Words without a song

 

These make perfect sense to me. In fact, they described me at one time. Goddamn I love this song!

Check out Sparklehorse: Dreamt For Light Years In The Belly Of A Mountain. Similar to what you've listed but with abstractions you can get lost in.

Have fun with your treasures. They grow up way too quickly.

Well, then I'm going!

Johnny!!! That is amazing news. Good for you!

Thanks Donna! Miss you guys ...

For all you Tiger fans, Bonderman was STRONG yesterday:

Bonderman (W, 2-0) 4.0 2 0 0 2 3 0 2.00

He's been working on a change-up that, if he throws effectivley, gives him the third pitch that will make him an elite pitcher.

(Recent example: whoever the fuck that was who opened for Califone in Ann Arbor a couple of months ago ... some kid who just stood on stage and twisted knobs while playing a cassette tape of godawful noise in front of an endlessly repeating, and endlessly stupid, homemade DVD.)

That was BRUTAL. I was embarrassed for the kid.

Walked out on Lynyrd Skynyrd ... 3 years ago. 'Nuff said. Why was I there, you ask? Don't.

Man, I had a awesome time. The more I think about the more I realize how truly special that event was. It must have been, made me finally join the VC.

 

Hey Edie - Your the bomb for your setlist! Give Scott my best

 

Hummingbird's husband

Miiiiike!

Welcome.

Good name. It has a nice ring at the end.

Dude, you're awesome....did you like the picture I posted of you, Leo and I???

I still don't know how to make the attachments larger...any advice?

Vanessa, That is a great photo. Thanks!

Then we got to watch Tweedy toss the Nerf football around. And we were both swoony.

Does he have a good arm?

The only thing I've seen him toss was a diet coke shot in a chocolate shotglass designed for Bailey's during the pee break. He was so excited, he spilled half of it on the Coleman's dining room table cloth. Hilarious!

believing that there's finally someone steering the ship that know's where they are going goes a long way.

You're right about the value of the GM. Without Dombrowski, the Tigers would still be finishing last behind the Royals today.

Funny story:

 

the silver jews were scheduled to play webster hall in nyc on 12/30/06. this was the second time they were coming to NYC and i bought tix since i had to miss their first tour with a broken ankle/crutches. A month or so before the show, it was canceled and an open letter to the fans was posted on the Joos website saying that the band needed winterizing. All complaints were to be directed to a PO Box in tennessee.

 

So as a goof I sent a letter to the band saying how bummed i was. it was totally tongue in cheek -- something about how my winterizing was going to take place at that show and now what would i do?

 

So anyway, i forgot about it and then a couple of weeks ago, I get this totally bizarre postcard addressed to me with my name misspelled. the postcard is from nashville and has a fireworks display on the front. its basically in chicken scratch and i can barely read who it is signed by. it looks like three initials. J, ?, B. I assume its a dork friend of mine with the intials JB who maybe took a vacation that i didnt know about.

 

I can barely make out what it says on the card too, but after a couple minutes of scratching my head I realize that its not a JB, its a DB, and the note is a poem. And its basically a note/poem to me:

 

You can't make cheesecakes out of snow

Don't worry, we will play a New York show

 

So, now I have my very own personal hand written poem from David Berman.

That is great. Love Bright Flight. Saw them in Ann Arbor last year. An amazing show.

me too. i wore A.O.'s #26 from little league through high school. he was my first sports hero as a kid.

 

my football hero was O.J. and i wore his #32 from pee wee through college...needless to say, he let me down a little.

btw: the royals have a legit G.M. in dayton moore and will be making noise in a few years. there are some good young players coming up (alex gordon, billy butler, etc.) and things definately can't get any worse.

 

you'll see.

It's going to be a tough couple of years: not easy to gain any momentum with a young team in baseball's toughest division.

I still lick Bethany's face, but by the time I get a chair so that I can reach Joshua's, he runs away.

My son's a soph in college. I still lay a lingering kiss on his cheek any chance I get, especially in front of his friends. He doesn't seem to mind (I've been doing it all his life) but his buddies always seemed shocked.

6/06: MAGIC STICK, DETROIT, MI

Been waiting 2 years for this. See you there.

Seconded!

 

Leo, I must say you deal very well with the star-making machine!

 

Let's have lunch in Chicago again sometime soon!

Or before a show in Cincinnati / Kentucky!

I love that picture!!

That's awesome John! You deserve it.

It couldn't have been more perfect. It sparkled!

Edie's party the night before keyed the weekend. It was so easy and fun meeting everyone and learning that we all shared this very personal perspective about this very special man.

The Colemans welcoming us into their remarkable home. It was as if their house had been built for that weekend. Especially the winding stairs down to the basement/soundstage. It allowed us to lurk like children on Christmas morning while what seemed the longest sound check ever occurred.

Jeff was in an amazing mood. He seemed so happy. His banter was priceless. The Mexico vacation, the STD guitars, the reluctance to play PKB explanation, who wears the pants in the Tweedling home, the Letters to the Easter Bunny bit and, best of all: after completing Pecan Pie, his concern that Sue seemed sad after hearing a happy song. Her explanation that hearing it caused her to miss her bar and his telling us how it was that he composed Pecan Pie while walking to Lounge Axe to see her, let us in on such a private, loving, and human moment. It was a very intimate evening; not just in proximity, but emotionally. It affirmed his status as a truly great songwriter: his music being a reflection of his soul. He is an honest, passionate, tender man.

But, what really pushed this weekend over the top was you all! I am humbled by how comfortable and familiar we all were, most meeting for the first time. "We laughed, we cried ..." I feel as though we've all been friends for years. Thank you for that.

Let's all do it again, soon.

Thanks Erin. You are beautiful.

Col. Klink off-duty?

excited for vinyl

Likewise. Jeff told me (yeah, I can't believe I can now say that!) that it will be released in vinyl the same day as CD. He seemed as excited as I was.

3 words:

sweet

clean

sublime