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It’s been a busy week in the Asheville art scene. On Wednesday I attended a reception of works by the late painter Vadim Bora at Mars Hill College. I get the impression that he’s mostly unknown outside of his native Russia and his adopted hometown of Asheville, but that doesn’t say anything about the quality of his work. He worked in a ton of different styles, yet everything is instantly recognizable as his. Last year there was a retrospective exhibit, and this show was the highlights from that show. There was a curator’s talk, which I missed, before the reception. I spoke to his widow, and while she seemed pleasant enough, I was a little put off by the way she appears to be handling his estate. She said none of the paintings are for sale, and there are no prints available of anything. She literally told me that if I liked a particular piece, the only thing to do would be to keep coming to all the future exhibits so I could see it again. Her attitude came off a little snooty, like selling prints was beneath her or something. I’m sure that’s not how she really feels, but based on her wording that’s how she came off. But that’s a minor complaint about an otherwise wonderful exhibit.

Friday night I went out to the ARTery to check out a show by my former coworker Joshua Spiceland. They let him paint on the walls, continuing the designs and patterns from his pieces and connecting everything. He had 3D glasses available for viewing, even though they didn’t seem to really add much. The turnout seemed pretty good, and it seemed like he sold a few pieces. He’s clearly a local artist on the rise, but I guess I’m a little burnt out on his work after seeing so much of it over the past year or two. I haven’t been to any other openings at the ARTery, so I’m not sure the calibre of artists they usually have or what the turnout is usually like. I know that their hours are a little weird, which is something I’ve discovered to be pretty common with galleries and studios in the River Arts District. I always feel like I should venture outside of downtown and see more shows and try to get my stuff into more venues, but so far I haven’t been very impressed with the RAD. Who knows.

Tonight I managed to squeeze in two openings. First we had an opening for our artist of the month, Kristalyn Bunyan. She does a lot of monoprints on handmade paper, some of it with alpaca yarn and fibers. I really love her work, probably more so than any past artist of the month. In the year or so that I’ve been helping coordinate things, she’s been one of the easiest artists to work with as well. She submitted a listing to the Mountain Xpress, and not only did they run it, but it was about a quarter of a page with a picture. We had a busker providing live music out front and wine and refreshments inside. The turnout was amazing, and she sold quite a lot. I actually bought one of her cheapo unframed prints, and probably would have bought a few more if I had the money.

After our opening I went down the street to Zapow for a “steam punk carnival.” All of their shows are group shows with the majority of their member artists contributing. With Mardi Gras right around the corner, they decided to do a carnival theme, but steam punk style. There was a lot of great artwork, and some really cool music by a band called The Extraordinary Contraptions. I got there about halfway through the show, so I missed all the refreshments and about half of the music, but it was still pretty cool. I didn’t stay very long, because by then I was pretty tired and hungry, but it was definitely worth checking out.

In my own personal art world, I’ve been keeping pretty busy as well. I’ve been working off-and-on on several projects, including (but not limited to) a late birthday present for my neighbor Michelle, Katie’s Valentine’s Day present, a few really neat watercolor/mixed media pieces, and putting the finishing touches on my tree ring series. Between seeing art, reading about art, and creating art, I haven’t had a whole lot of time for anything else. Not that this is a bad thing. Well, except for sleep. I wish I had a little more time for sleep. Speaking of which, I should probably go do just that…..

 

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It’s coming!

Stay tuned… this week I will finally be posting my Best Of 2012 list. I’ll do a post a day, starting tomorrow with the year’s biggest disappointments and honorable mentions. But as of right now, I’ve spent entirely too much time socializing the past few days. I need to go be an introvert for a while, get some sleep, and then work a long shift. Fun times!

 

So the last time I wrote something in here I was anticipating going to see A Place To Bury Strangers with my friend Rhiannon. I took Monday off and we decided to meet around 1:00, which would give me a chance to (finally) sleep in. Of course, life had other plans. My landlord called me around 9:00, then again an hour later, and another hour or so later. They decided to send their “other” maintenance guy out to look at our fridge. He works mainly on their other properties, and basically if he says it can’t be fixed, they take his word for it. He looked at my fridge and came to just that conclusion. Hopefully that means I’ll get a new fridge soon. Fingers crossed…..

Also during that I-really-want-to-sleep stage between 9:00 and about 11:30 when I finally got out of bed, Morgan texted me. We chatted a bit and then I had to start getting ready. When I got out of the shower I saw I had a text from Rhiannon saying she was running behind. I took advantage of this extra time by doing a little shopping. I kept texting Morgan, who said she hoped I didn’t get stood up again. I assured her that wouldn’t happen and I tried to find other ways to occupy my time until Rhiannon finally got there.

We arranged to meet at Waffle House. Her car was messing up so she got her roommate, a guy named Ryan, to drive. He bought a ticket at the last minute and they headed to Asheville. It was around 3:00 when they finally got to Waffle House. We talked for a while and caught up, and then we went to the mall so she could look for some new running shoes. Along the way we went to Hollister, where she “ordered” a sex on the beach and I suavely asked the girl at the counter if she came here often. Oh, and Rhiannon freak-danced a mannequin.  After the mall we went to Goodwill. She found a HUGE bra and insisted we pose for pictures with our heads in the cups. One such picture became the most-liked picture on my Facebook page in years. Then we had dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. When the waitress brought out celery, Rhiannon asked her if she had any peanut butter. She’s a complete and total lunatic. Which might be why we’re such good friends.

Finally it was time for the concert. I could write a detailed review like I usually do, but I don’t really have the time. Maybe another day. The short version is this… The opening band was a group called Bleeding Rainbow. They had a girl and guy who sang lead, a guitarist who mostly made random noises, and a drummer who frequently changed beats in the middle of a song. Their overall sound was kinda like if Courtney Love would’ve hooked up with Kevin Shields of My Bloody Valentine. They were pretty good; I wound up buying their newest album. Turns out the release got delayed and it won’t “officially” be out until January, but they had a few vinyl copies for sale, even though the mp3 download won’t work until the official release.

There really aren’t words to describe A Place To Bury Strangers. I love their first album, and the songs I’d heard of their second, but I wasn’t prepared for what I experienced. They were loud. Very loud. So loud their merch table sold earplugs. So loud that I wish I had bought said earplugs, because nearly two days later my ears were still ringing. We were right up at the stage, so that might have something to do with it. At that point the acoustics worked so as to make the guitars many decibels louder than anything else. Their guitarist/singer/songwriter is actually an engineer who makes all of the effects pedals he uses. And boy is he good at what he does. He created beautiful chaos, waves of sound and noise and feedback. The songs tended to blur into each other because of the sheer power of the guitars, but the band clearly put their hearts into their performance. I don’t remember the last time I saw a band play with such passion and energy. This might actually be one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. In the tiny confines of The Emerald Lounge, their noise-rock sounded positively humongous. The light show was definitely the best I’ve ever seen, with projectors flashing up colors, patterns, flowers, TV clips, you name it. They had strobes and smoke machines galore, creating a beautiful visual experience. The vibe was amazing, and the crowd was mesmerized. For the finale, the guitarist guy put his guitar on the floor and let it feedback and echo, while he went around turning off the projectors and turning on more strobes. He took a strobe and held it up to his guitar, causing all sorts of interference and noise. Then he rubbed it up and down on the strings, creating a cacophony that was epic in every sense of the word. This was a show you truly didn’t want to miss a second of, because there was no telling what would happen next. It seemed like everything was total chaos, yet the band members were fully in control of it all. I don’t know what else to say, except that they are a must-see band.

After the show we drove around looking for bars, but evidently because of the unexpected winter weather they were all closed. We came back to my house and decided to drink there instead. And drink we did! Rhiannon is a bit of a lightweight, but I totally showed my tolerance. I had two ciders at the show, then two big glasses of gin and ginger, a glass of absinthe, a shot of absinthe, a shot of brandy, and half of one of those tiny bottles of flavored vodka. I got a little tipsy, but for the most part was my normal self. Rhi on the other hand got drunk off her ass, on about a third of what I had at that. If you think she’s crazy when she’s sober, you should see her drunk. Easily the most fun night I’ve had in years. The actual sleeping part of the night didn’t go nearly as well, as she’s a bed-hog who kept rolling over in her sleep and pushing me off the bed. We finally got out of bed around 1:00 to find everyone else already up and around.

Rhiannon and Ryan headed back to Charlotte and I headed to Blend to show my stuff to Joel, the guy who is coordinating things. Evidently he didn’t know what time they opened, and when I got there it was locked. He suggested going into nearby Loretta’s while he tried to get someone to come open up. No one ever came, and he liked every piece I brought. Since we couldn’t get into the bar, he took my stuff home and brought it back the next day. I stopped by after work to drop off my tags and sign the insurance waivers and whatnot. Turns out one of the other artists is out of town, so Sunday won’t work for the opening after all. He suggested Thursday, and even though he never said 100% that’s when it would be, that’s what I put on my quickie promotional posters. Hopefully nothing changes and I can actually get some people to come out to this. I’ve never worked with someone this disorganized, so it’s pretty frustrating. But it’s exposure, so hopefully it will be worth it.

Today was my day “off,” but I spent the whole day running around. I got my mini-posters printed and brought some to True Blue, along with a painting for our staff show this month. The rest of my evening was spent eating Chinese takeout, watching TV, and relaxing for a change. Tomorrow and Saturday I have to work, but I’ll be off Sunday. I originally took the day off because of the opening, but now that it’s been moved I have a free day. Morgan said that she might want a break from her studying, so perhaps we’ll get together. I’ll probably spend the rest of the day taking the final exams for my online classes. And that’s about it. The End.

 

Evidently every company that I have an account through is trying to get more money out of me. First I got my Charter bill and find out that my two-year contract has ended, and in the interim they’ve raised rates on everyone. I’ve been looking into other options, and I think I’ll be going with a local company called Skyrunner. Then I get my water bill and it is double what it usually is. I called them up and they claimed that my usage doubled. They said I could have a leak and not know it. They put in a work order with the office, who sent a maintenance guy out. He said that there’s no way we could be using that much, and if there was a leak that big we would have known. He came out to check the meter, and sure enough, it’s not working. We’re not really sure what happened or where the water company got those numbers from, but they don’t reflect reality. So they’re going to fix our meter and adjust our bill accordingly. And finally, I got a notice from the tax department claiming that I haven’t paid my vehicle tax bill. I sent a check out almost a month ago and still have the duplicate to prove it. Nothing was taken out of my bank account, and they said they didn’t receive it. Either it got lost in the mail, or, as the woman on the phone explained to me, it got sent to their old address. It seems as though they moved, and a lot of mail is being sent to their old address. Meanwhile they’re getting tax bills from other counties and whatnot. Sounds really organized. But yeah, so I’m just going to pay online, and she said if they get my check they’ll send it back. Had I have known you could pay online in the first place I would have done that – I’m so ready for checks to go the way of the buffalo.

While there was no drinking game this time, I did manage to catch the second presidential debate. Romney was his usual dickish self, but this time he was much more entertaining. I’m still scratching my head as to how single-parent families result in assault weapons. And of course there’s the unforgettable “binders full of women” comment, which produced this amazing tumblr page. This was definitely a gaffe for the, er, binder. Overall I was pretty satisfied with the debate. It wasn’t a “game changer” like the first one appears to have been, but it was a much-needed rebound for Obama. Not only is the town hall style debate much better suited to his skills as a politician, but he was more aggressive and didn’t stand for Romney’s bullshit. Early voting in North Carolina starts tomorrow (technically today but the polls won’t open for another six hours) and I think it’s pretty obvious who I will be casting my ballot for. Hopefully enough of my fellow Tar Heels will do the same and we can be a blue state again this election. Fingers crossed!

If you read my last post, you know that my dream girl came into the art supply store, and somehow I wound up getting her number. I’ve been trying to think of something to ask her to that won’t come off wrong and overstep my boundaries. I looked on our “local art highlights” calendar and saw that there is going to be a gallery opening on Saturday. I took the day off because that was supposed to be when my art show came down, but the artist who was supposed to follow me backed out, and now they’ll be leaving my artwork up until November 1. With a free Saturday, and desperately wanting an excuse to see this girl, I decided to text her and see if she would be interested. She said that Saturdays were usually the days she works on art projects and spends time with her boyfriend, but she would rather go to a gallery opening. I was a little shocked, but went with it. The next day she texted me to make sure I understand that this isn’t a date, something her friend recommended we clarify. I told her that I assumed it wasn’t, seeing as how she has a boyfriend. So unless something comes up, we’re on for Saturday. The way I see it is, I have a lot to gain from this and absolutely nothing to lose…

Worst case scenario: We have an awkward night, or as I get to know her I realize she isn’t quite as perfect as I previously thought. Or perhaps she realizes that she’s a bit out of my league and has a bad time. But no matter how badly the evening goes, I will still have gotten to go to a gallery opening, not spend a dime, and spend some time with a girl who, at least as far as looks go, is pretty close to a perfect ten. A free night out with a gorgeous young woman looking at art sounds like a win, even if that’s where things end.

The next possibility is that we could really hit it off, in which case I’ve made a new friend. I don’t have a lot of friends, so that’s always a good thing. Friendship with this particular girl could potentially have some additional benefits. No, not that kind of benefits. By spending time with her and getting to know her, I would be expanding my social circle. She’s a college student, so chances are she has a ton of friends. And she’s an artist, so chances are several of her friends are as well. As we become better friends, it’s inevitable that I’ll meet some of her friends, and from there who knows what could happen. Maybe I’ll hit it off with her friends and they will become my friends as well. Maybe they’ll be fans of my art, leading to more exposure and getting my name and my work out there. Or maybe one of her friends will be a cute artist with a thing for older guys. The possibilities are endless.

And then there’s the third potential path, which I will be the first to admit is an extreme longshot. We could get to know each other and become close friends, and down the road something might happen. She didn’t sound too confident that her current relationship would last, so perhaps they’re on the outs. It’s crazy to think I could ever have a chance with a girl like her, but who knows, maybe I’m her type. Maybe they’ll break up at some point in the future, and the natural thing is for us to get together. I’m not expecting this to happen, and even though I would love it if it did, I’m not hoping for it. But anything is possible, right? If it were to happen, I certainly wouldn’t do anything to stop it. This girl is pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl, so if she happens to fall into my lap I won’t complain!

No matter what happens, I’ve already gotten a huge benefit from this. As someone who has struggled with self-esteem issues for years, this is a gigantic ego boost. Not only did the girl of my dreams voluntarily give me her number, but she wants to be friends and be seen in public with me. Seeing as how I’m about fifteen years older than her, dirt poor, and of average attractiveness at best, I can’t really imagine there’s anything she stands to gain from this. Aside from a discount at the store, I have nothing to offer her. This makes me think that her motives are pure, and she genuinely does like me. After years of women using me and taking advantage of me, the thought of a girl wanting to spend time with me when she gets nothing out of it is refreshing. It means that she values me as a person and would like to form a genuine friendship. That’s pretty rare in this day and age, and the fact that she’s not just any girl, but one whom I consider to be just about perfect in every way literally makes me giddy. I haven’t felt this good about a potential friendship in a while, and in turn it has made me feel pretty good about myself. I might not be the greatest guy out there, but there are people who want to spend time with me, and occasionally they just so happen to be goddesses in the flesh.

But yeah, that’s about it for now. I fell asleep watching South Park and woke back up over three hours later. I haven’t gotten much sleep this past week, and I’m really feeling it. Now that I’ve had a nice long nap, I’m not tired. I’ll probably numb myself with the internet for a while and then force myself to go to bed. Tomorrow (technically today) will be somewhat of a light day, but I don’t want to stay up late and sleep until mid-afternoon. Anyway, that’s all folks.

 

Lately I’ve just been too busy to write anything in this damn blog. Oh well.

The early part of my week was spent watching and reading about the debates – first the Jon Stewart vs. Bill O’Reilly “Rumble 2012,” then the vice presidential debate. I’m not sure which one was more entertaining. Also, this is now a thing: when someone is lying through their teeth and you punk them down, you “Biden” them. Fun times.

I had Tuesday and Wednesday off for a change, but my sinuses were killing me and my friends were busy, so I didn’t take advantage of having consecutive off-days. I started on a new painting, which is coming along rather well. Between work, reading for my classes, and this new piece, I’ve pretty much had no free time.

Last night I after work I went to my former coworker’s art opening, then came home and cooked dinner. I was so exhausted I fell asleep doing my reading. I woke up an hour later, my body aching, determined to finish the lesson and do a few other productive things. I forced myself to stay up an hour later than I normally would have so I could accomplish these things, and then wound up oversleeping this morning and having to take the bus to work instead of walking.

Today at work, my dream girl from a few posts previous came in again. Once again we got into a long conversation, only ended by her having to leave. To my surprise, she had in fact gone to my website and looked at my artwork. Based on my little bio page, her and her roommate tried to guess my age, and her roommate got it right. She’s only 19, so she then launched into a discourse about how she always seems to attract older guys, and how even when they’re older, they’re still too immature for her. She said that her boyfriend (also named Chris) was only two years older, but that it was old enough to count, because he would be graduating next year and she’d still be in school. She then said something like, “not that I expect it to last that long.” I told her that in the event it didn’t last, and she needed another Chris to step in and fill the void, I would proudly offer my services. She giggled and told me that was really sweet. We chatted some more, and I said that even though she never has free time and has a boyfriend, it would be cool to hang out sometime. She sounded a bit startled and said, “well I am allowed to have friends.” She then asked for my number and sent me a text message so I’d have hers. I’m not really sure how to ask her out without it sounding like I’m asking her to cheat on her boyfriend. Since she’s only 19 I can’t just say “let’s grab a drink sometime,” and I can’t invite her to the Tav Falco show I hope to go to next week. I don’t know of any events going on in the near future, and asking her to dinner or a movie sounds too much like a date, and I don’t want to be the cause of any drama. I’m sure I’ll think of something, and hopefully see her again soon. And hopefully I won’t be bright red in the face like I was for the latter half of our conversation today. But hey, your dream girl gives you her number and talks about her current relationship probably not lasting, and you tend to blush a little here and there. It happens.

So anyway, after work I stopped at Downtown Books and News and found a few interesting things in their free bin – a paperback of The Taming Of The Shrew, some old postcards, a CD from Uncut Magazine featuring bands inspired by The Byrds, and a DVD from some music magazine full of synth and drum samples. Not a bad haul, considering the price. I came home and chatted with my neighbor, who was sitting on her front porch. Then I cooked dinner and watched Woody Allen’s Bananas, which might be my new favorite of his movies. It was like a Marx Brothers political farce set in a small South American nation. But more Jewish. Easily the most laughs per minute of any of his movies that I’ve seen. Then I got a cleaning bug up my butt and gave the bathroom a good deep cleansing. Now I think I’ll read another chapter in my studies and try to get to bed at a decent hour for once. The End.

 

Busy busy busy…

Life has been crazy lately. Two jobs, two online classes, actively trying to get my artwork into galleries, three concerts in the span of a week, trying to get caught up on How I Met Your Mother before the new season starts, and still finding time to hang out with my neighbors…

Sleep pretty much hasn’t been an option. And I keep slacking on things I should do, like finish that commission I got forever ago. Or paint on the gigantic canvas and pieces of wood that have been in my living room for over a month. But instead, here I am doodling silly little pictures.

Like this one…..

 

 

 

So yeah… that happened. As a side note, I’m not at all Irish. But I am one-quarter clever on my mom’s side and one-eighth hilarious on my dad’s side. And now it’s time for bed…..

 

Yesterday was a loooooong day at work. I walked home, exhausted and ready to collapse. But somewhere along the way I got a little sidetracked and had some adventures instead.

When I first got home, my neighbor Angela was sitting on her front porch with her crazy little dog Izzy. For some reason this dog hates all men, but loves me. She was feeling playful and ran around barking at me to chase her, so chase her I did. Then my neighbor Crystal started walking our way with her seven-year-old daughter Phoenix. She wanted to play frisbee, so play frisbee we did. Other neighbors started to gather round, until we had a rather large group hanging out and chatting.

The apartment complex management sent out a letter to everyone with some ridiculous demands, including (but not limited to): no chairs or other personal belongings are to be left on porches, no curtains or other coverings over windows, and no charcoal grills, period. We decided to form a neighborhood association, not so much to protest and demand, but to open up a dialog with management and show them why we think their demands are unreasonable. Hopefully we can accomplish something and keep this complex a community where people will want to live. We’ll see.

Midway through our neighborhood discussion Angela’s banjo-playing friend came over and a jam session sprung into life. A little while later my neighbor Michelle pulled into the parking lot. She came down to join us and almost instantly said, “Hey Chris, guess what? Kat is coming over!” Kat is her cute friend I met a few weeks ago and hit it off with. About an hour later she finally showed up and joined our little group. Trying not to seem creepy and obsessive, I slowly made my way towards her, using Michelle’s dulcimer playing as an excuse to sit in between the two of them. Eventually Michelle decided to retire her dulcimer and get another beer, conveniently leaving Kat and I alone. We started chatting and things pretty much went the same way as they did the last time, with the two of us basically tuning out the rest of the group.

Somehow we started talking about ringtones, and I stated that mine were the best. (My ringtone for incoming calls is Fascination Street by The Cure and my text tone is the power-up sound from Super Mario Brothers.) Kat wanted to hear my ringtone, and before I could pull it up under my phone settings she was calling me. She apologized for being creepy, but I didn’t find it creepy at all. I promptly saved her number. Turns out she got my number from Michelle last week.

Around 12:30 Michelle and my neighbor Ty (whom she has a ridiculous crush on) decided they wanted to get stoned and watch a movie. After I bragged about the size of my DVD collection everyone came over to my place and started digging. They decided on Coraline, and since I don’t smoke pot we decided to watch it over at Michelle’s place. Her and Ty took the couch, Kat went straight for the floor, and I sat down next to her. Michelle and Ty lit up the bong and less than half an hour into the movie they were giggly and distracted and Kat was sound asleep on the floor. She had worked a double shift and was exhausted, so I can’t really blame her. For some odd reason they decided to finish the movie at some point in the future and instead go play with Michelle’s tarantula.

I started to get really sleepy myself and decided to go home. I got ready for bed, but as soon as I got in the bed I was wired and couldn’t sleep. I’m not gonna lie, I was mostly thinking about Kat and the chance that this could actually turn into something. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, who knows. Today at work I texted her and we chatted for a little while. I’m hoping we can get together soon and see what might happen. But in the meantime I’m the one who is exhausted, after a night of almost no sleep. I need to make it a point to get to bed at a decent time tonight…

 

Whatsomatta U

I just recently got home from a late night excursion in the thriving metropolis known as Cullowhee, NC. After I got off work I drove out there to hang out with Lucie, who is a student at Western Carolina University. First we grabbed some dinner, but because I didn’t get off work until 8 and they roll up the pavement around that time, we ended up going to nearby Sylva for food. We ate at this place called O’Malley’s, a typical faux-Irish pub. The food was decent, but definitely not as good as the price tag.

After dinner we headed back to campus, but couldn’t find anywhere to park. I parked in a visitor lot and then we drove around in her car looking for a resident spot. We finally found one way on the other side of campus, then waited for the little shuttle bus to swing by so we wouldn’t have to walk quite as far. But by the time we finally got to her dorm room, it was about an hour before visiting hours ended. We managed to snag a commons room with the help of a friend of hers, and spent the next hour or so watching the first few episodes of How I Met Your Mother. It was my introduction to the show, and while it wasn’t exactly life-altering, it was pretty funny. And Allyson Hannigan is extremely hot.

When the show ended we just kinda hung out and talked for a while, until we both started getting tired. By this time it had started raining again, and the walk back to my car was quite a wet one. Driving home wasn’t exactly fun either, what with all the rain, fog, and me being pretty sleepy. But the good news is I’m off tomorrow and have absolutely nothing to do. Which means I’ll probably wake up around 2:30. Then Wednesday I’ll be working again, Thursday is the ever-wondrous laundry day, and depending on if she gets back to me or not, Friday I might finally get to hang out with Charlie again. In my free time between all of that I’m going to attempt to work some more on my portfolio and website, and maybe get back to making a page for my music as well. And I guess that’s really about it. The end.

 

Last night I got together with my new friend Lucie. We went down the street to Circle In The Square and got a pizza and then came back to my place to watch a movie and eat said pizza. As anyone who knows me can attest to, I have a lot of DVD’s. I think the proper terminology might be “shitload,” but we won’t squabble over specifics. The point is, when presented with said shitload of DVD’s, Lucie almost immediately says “I want to watch Life Of Brian.” So watch it we did. And pretty much quote every scene before it happened.

After the movie ended we got to talking about Monty Python and British humour (see what I did there?) in general, and then comes the startling revelation that she had never seen any episodes of Fawlty Towers. I decided to make haste in rectifying that unfortunate situation and went for the full-scale indoctrination that is The Germans, quite possibly the funniest half hour ever committed to celluloid. She laughed uncontrollably for most of it, squeaking and squealing and holding her stomach in agony. A good time was had.

We decided to end it after that episode and leave the rest of the series for another time. We spent the rest of the night talking about all sorts of random things, most commonly politics, religion, and music. I played her a few of my songs and we chatted some more, until we realized what time it was. She finally left around 1:30 or so, and I headed off to bed. But my good ol’ lactose intolerance didn’t like that idea, and decided that four slices of pizza was reason enough to keep me up until after 3:00. I had a pretty hard time getting out of bed this morning, and once my energy drink wore off I sleepwalked through the rest of my workday. The plan tonight is to get to bed realllllllly early, so on that note I’ll end this and attempt to stick to the plan.

 

My upcoming week should be pretty jam-packed. Let’s see……….

I just got done watching Carolina beat the crap out of Maryland. On Saturday they’ll do the same thing to Duke. But more on that later.

Tomorrow (in addition to being the wonderful and magical day known as “Laundry Day”) I will be meeting a girl named Meghan, whom I have been emailing for the past two months or so. She was in Korea teaching and just recently came back to this neck of the planet. We’re going to meet up at the Carolina cinema for the Thursday Horror Picture Show, which this week will be showing Bride Of Dracula. Should be a fun time.

Friday I may or may not be getting together with Charlie. She’s been a bit hard to get ahold of lately and I’m not exactly sure what’s going on there. Her car is evidently having some serious issues, so if we do get together I’ll be driving there. But I still haven’t heard from her, so it’s all up in the air.

Saturday is the day of the aforementioned ass-whooping that Duke will receive courtesy of my Tar Heels. There’s absolutely no reason they should have won the first meeting, and you know Carolina is pretty pissed at themselves for letting that happen. I expect them to play with more passion than they have all year and put on a clinic on How To Beat Your Opponent Senseless. And let’s be honest, Duke kinda sucks at home this year. Unless Austin Rivers has another career night, things could get pretty ugly for the Devils. Just the way we like it.

And last, but certainly not least… Sunday I will be going to see The Lemonheads at The Orange Peel. Not only that, but I will be going for free, courtesy of my extremely awesome friend Sarah. I can’t even explain how psyched I am about this. They’ll be playing their classic album It’s A Shame About Ray in its entirety. I was about 14 when that album came out, and even though I didn’t realize it at the time, it pretty much shaped my musical tastes for the next 20 years. I spent most of my childhood listening to top 40 pop and my parents’ favorites such as The Beatles and old Motown classics. In the late 80’s I started to get into hair metal, and when Nirvana broke big in 1991 I was a full-fledged rocker. But there was something missing in all this loud noisy stuff I was listening to. That something was big melodic hooks that bury themselves deep in your brain and refuse to leave. Ever. When I first heard The Lemonheads’ cover of “Mrs. Robinson” I knew I had found what I was looking for – the perfect bridge between my earlier pop favorites and the loud guitar rock I was listening to at the time. I bought It’s A Shame About Ray (albeit the rereleased version that included “Mrs. Robinson” and changed “My Drug Buddy” to “Buddy”) and the rest was history. They never became my favorite band, but to this day that is one of my favorite records. Nearly every band I’ve fallen for in the past two decades has had that same combination of crunchy guitars, folksy strumming, and huge pop hooks. Now I’m about to see the band that helped start me on this crazy journey in search of the perfect power pop song. I’ll be sure and post some pictures, maybe a video, and a nice little concert review, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, I think I’m going to wrap this up and relax a little. Last night I somehow managed to fall asleep at 10:30, but I’m still somewhat exhausted. I’m pretty sure my body hates me for all the sleepless nights and caffeine binges. The End.