I spent yesterday first as an IT savior and then seeing Emerald Rae and Jess Clinton. That was followed by a re-enactment of the Odyssey on the New York City subway.
Category: idiot story
I’m afraid I am not up to being brilliant this morning; I hardly slept last night. It was not because of health issues but it triggered one. Is this what I’m really going to write about? Look like it. The basic problem was my digestive system, I spent the night running to the bathroom. It’s […]
I lost my Mets cap again. This is getting ridiculous. Why can’t I keep track of it? I don’t like wearing it indoors so when I go grocery shopping I put it in my cart. I should put it in my bag, but I thought that even I’m not enough of an idiot to leave […]
Have I ever mentioned that I’m an idiot? If I weren’t an idiot I’d know the answer. For weeks I’ve been looking forward to seeing Red Molly at City Winery on Labor Day and taking Katherine for her birthday. I put it on my calendar months ago. I told Sasha Papernik and Justin Poindexter aka […]
I’m an idiot. Eddie Barbash, the sax player in of Stay Human, The Late Show house band led by Jon Batiste has spend the summer hiking the entire length of the Appalachian Trail. I know Eddie from his days with the Tres Amigos, and try and catch him whenever he has a gig of his […]
Emily started as a classical oboist and still plays it at shows. I decided the world needs an oboe joke and to fill the need myself.
I’m going to write about values and ideals that I’ve had since childhood and this album evokes them, Dar evokes them, Falcon Ridge evokes them. I’m addressing this to the people I love that share my love of the album, the artist, and the festival, and share those values, but whose blind spots I see. I’m not saying that they, or should I say, you, have blind spots. That’s pointless, we all have blind spots. I’m in the passenger seat adjusting the side view mirror for you. You’d do the same for me.
I left you with my arrival at the New Bedford Festival. I have a schedule here, so I will at least remember the music. What I’m afraid I’m going to forget is some of my meetings with friends. That’s is half the fun of festivals.
I’m home from the New Bedford Folk Festival and filled with tales to tell. It’s been a while, but this was worth waiting for. It would be nice if I remembered what happened; at least I have my marked schedule, so I can fake the music. The story you are about to read is true, the memories have been changed to protect the idiot. That’s me.
Yesterday’s adventures revolved around deliveries, one by UPS and one by FedEx. I bought a new phone; it came without a SIM card. I had to order one from Boost Mobile. Yesterday it came via UPS. It was a close thing, the delivery guy buzzed up, but I didn’t know where the intercom was to let him in. First, I had to go to the front of the apartment and wait for him to buzz again. Then I had to track it down by ear. It wasn’t easy as it was behind something. I got it just before he was going to leave. You know how large a SIM card is; it came in a box the large enough fit a honeydew. It was mainly giant bubble wrap.
Wise Madness 