Sir Stewart

Thanks to lifting Brave Combo's Must Be Santa arragement.

I said Miles but I think I meant Stevie Wonder.

Not to mention being lucky if your ears hear them actually playing at all.

I like the turn this thread has taken - Social Distortion is a bullshit band.

At least Neil was well enough over this past weekend for some cruising. https://www.instagram.com/p/BSZ_-T-gFwQ/

"a restored, previously unreleased documentary film broadcast in 1992" That is some spurious phrasing. I think I'm gonna spring for the $150 package. Sgt Pepper's is my favorite.

I'm not sure what I meant, looking back. I was stoned.

My main hobby is obsessing over not following through on my interests.

Has to be Miles.

Well that would've made for a genuine classic rock movie.

Part of the deregulation via the EPA includes slashing a law that says you can't hunt hibernating animals. There's more to this than I know now because I haven't looked beyond the headline yet (probably details that one could use to argue moral grey points), but fuck Trump.

This is gonna go on for four years, isn't it. We'll be always waiting for that wave to break, it's gonna break, this is it, this time...4 years of this.

Yup.

I don't think I buy even that.

I'll be at the Portland ME show, and it's a Grant one!

I wouldn't have been able to handle a call like that these days.

This is something I think about a lot. I've been repulsed by Trump since I was a kid in the eighties. Watching people support him still amazes me in a way of "Wait, you mean all of us weren't hate-watching this fuckhead's life for the past 4 decades?"

That story shook loose a memory for me - trying to get into the Iron Horse in Northampton Mass to see (I swear I've seen other bands!) They Might Be Giants, but the doorman wouldn't accept that I was 18. I begged and pleaded (didn't have a drivers license) and he eventually relented at my request to at least go to the merch table behind him because I needed a shirt. I stood in line for a second there then darted into the venue. Hid out with my friends on the floor for a few frantic pre-show minutes as we watched him scan the crowd, and eventually he tapped me on the shoulder and I was escorted

Wow! Had never heard of The Mundanes. Thanks.

Dozens! Wow. Nice. My impression was the same as you describe. My other proud little nugget is I met Flansburgh's parents at one show (Avalon in Boston) and Linnell's dad at another (he brought me and my girlfriend backstage at Harvard).

By far the oddest thing to happen to me at a concert was at They Might Be Giants at the Orpheum theatre in Boston in 1990 - my buddy and I are in the 15th or so row, and during a moment of banter, John Flansburgh says "Annnnd, we'd like to thank ... PETE!" and points at me. Now, my name's Pete, and he's pointing, as far as I can tell, at me. My friend, laughing, reaches up and points down at me and yells to John "This is Pete! This is really Pete!" and all the heads around us are turned and people are nodding or laughing. "No really I'm Pete!" I yell. John & John crane their necks and bloc

Good point. I never hear it put that way.

That show should use that in its advertising - "Mozart In The Jungle: It's Only a Half-Hour Long!"