I can sum up the most surreal ten seconds of my life in a single photograph captured for posterity: I don’t even know where to begin. How often does one get the opportunity to meet a famous person whom they have admired their whole life? And after doing so, how does one find the proper words to sum upContinue reading “That Time I Met The Boss”
Tag Archives: rock ‘n roll
What’s the 411?
Last week, we paid Audrey to catalogue* our record collection. *As an aside, I realize that “catalog” is the more common spelling of this word in American English, but I prefer the European version. I also favor favour and find colour more colorful than color. However, I refuse to belabor the point and call our holiday Labour Day. I’m funny when itContinue reading “What’s the 411?”
Armadillos in Our Trousers
Saturday evening was weird, but fun. Weird because we went back to our old condominium complex, a year after moving away. It was remarkable how little things had changed. It’s still next to impossible to find parking, because the residents all use the guest spots, so we ended up parking roughly eight miles away. Fun because we met up withContinue reading “Armadillos in Our Trousers”
She’s a Good Girl, Crazy ‘Bout Elvis
And, I can cross another name off my rock ‘n roll bucket list. When Tara moved here in 2012 and we started going to concerts, I named three classic rock artists I wanted to see before I died: Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seger, and Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. All were long-time favorites of mine, and their musicContinue reading “She’s a Good Girl, Crazy ‘Bout Elvis”
I’m Bleeding to Death, Pineapple Jones!
This morning we had a benefits enrollment meeting at work to discuss health insurance coverage. As the meeting was winding down, our HR lady asked if there were any questions. I had an overwhelming urge to respond, What if you have a preexisting condition that is highly contagious in enclosed quarters? Can you still getContinue reading “I’m Bleeding to Death, Pineapple Jones!”
I Blessed the Banjo Player
It had been a while since Tara and I had gone to a live music performance. Almost three months, to be exact, and considering we saw four concerts during a one-month span after she moved here, the drought seemed especially long. So when we saw that one of our favorite bands, The Moondoggies, were playingContinue reading “I Blessed the Banjo Player”
Mark Petruska 