Category: music
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greatest cover band ever
I did not know that I liked Madonna songs until I went to the Dilly Dally last weekend. The Dilly Dally is a small gathering of microbreweries from the Madison area: Ale Asylum, Bos Meadery, Capital, Next Door, Old Sugar Distillery, One Barrel, Vintage, Yahara and, last but certainly not least, Karben4, the brewery that Read.
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this is your brain on drugs
Baby, The Rain Must Fall, the song in which Glenn Yarbrough uses weather as a metaphor to tell his gal why he wants to boink other women, has been playing on a loop in my head ALL FREAKIN’ DAY! Memory is a cruel thing. In thirty years I probably won’t be able to remember my Read.
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Dumb Ways To Die
Too good not to share: Read.
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Space Oddity
Even though I’ve never especially liked David Bowie’s Space Oddity, this cover by ISS commander Chris Hadfield is not only just plain awesome, the production values are going to be hard for anyone else to beat ever: Hadfield is a Canadian member of the ISS and is playing a Canadian-made Larrivee Parlor guitar – how Read.
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garden vs. big band
I asked My Darling B to go with me to see The Fountain Big Band Sunday night, but the weather was so warm and sunny that, when she went out in the morning to play in her garden, she couldn’t leave it for anything. She had to keep on playing in the dirt, so I Read.
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Comrade Kim Goes Flying
We saw two really good films today, the first one at the beginning of the day and the other one at the end of the day, that sort of bookended the day and made it worth going out for. And we saw two stinkers. One of them stunk so bad it took under thirty minutes Read.
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Gideon’s Army
My one-word review of Gideon’s Army, the second movie we saw at the Wisconsin Film Fest last night, would be: Inspiring. It’s inspiring to know that there are people like public defenders out there, if ‘inspiring’ is the word to describe the way they made me want to get a law degree and fight for Read.
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philosophical repose
It was the kind of day that a thoughtful man such as myself could only ponder over two martinis. One martini just would not provide enough pondering time. Which reminds me of a song: Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable Heidigger, Heidigger was a boozing beggar who could think you Read.
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Goodbye
I just love these guys. Read.
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Berlin
I remember searching for the perfect words … Read.
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