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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
the fridge is gone, the fridge is gone away
Listening to:the silent running of my new fridge
Reading:earthcore & stuff
Weather:32, partly sunny for now
All hell is breaking loose around here. Mercury must be in retrograde or something. My refrigerator died sometime around friday. Liv and I pushed the stinking thing out onto the porch before school/work. Funny thing is I had been to Lowes the weekend before for an unrelated item (a charcoal chimney to replacement my disintegrating 8 yr old one), and saw a badass fridge marked way down. I thought to m'self, "self, you oughtta buy that thang." When I bought this house in 1996 the fridge was so loud I immediately started saving $ for a new one. But all these years later, still trucking. Till now. So I cruised back to Lowe's and she's still there. I talk the guy into taking the delivery fee off the price, too, and ba da bing, I have a $1300 fridge in my kitchen for $700. Lucky for me, it got cold so I opened the fridge out on the porch to let the stinky stuff get cold. Sunday morning, delivery day, I went out and cleaned it out, no worries. Oh, why marked down? Check out the scuff mark across the bottom of the freezer door. It's a $500 scuff!

But backing up, Friday night I went to see Johnny A at the Rosewood with Boomer and Daria and Randy and Joanna. Guitarplayers, do not hesitate to go see this guy, he will not disappoint. A truly amazing experience. Strictly instrumental, it's just Johnny and a bassplayer and a drummer. Absolutely classic, though modern versions, of rocking gear, a Slingerland drumkit, little Mesa bass rigs (2, one for each bass), little Marshall combos (2, one for each guitar? not sure). Johnny played a beautiful Gibson custom, actually the Johnny A signature series guitar. An archtop hollowbody with double cutaways, 2 humbuckers, and whammy. Plenty of pedals, including fat flange and wah wah. He is a true master of his sound, which was at all times utterly focused tone, heavy sustain, fine crispy edge. His playing was actually flawless to my ear, a term I've probably never used to describe any guitarplayer. But tech and technique aside, the performance was absolutely mesmerizing. After the first tune we all practically needed a cigarette or something, it was such an engrossing little journey. The albums just can't possibly do the guy justice, because his performance energy and sensibility are more than just the cherry on top. Plus unless you pump it through those Marshalls in your living room, you just don't get the saturation of the room of live. All for $15 right in town, unbeatable.

We ate supper at Madeleine's. As usual a mixed review there, there's always something really delicious and unusual, and then something rather screwed up and not right, and poor service. True again.

Saturday my mom drove out and we went to see the final performance of Liv's school musical, Into the Woods. She was Jack in the beanstalk's mother. She was awesome! Totally excellent. The show was really good, funny, the kids did a great job, sets and props were very cool. My kid is the best one! Seriously! Then we ate at the Black Bear, always wonderful and plentiful. But cilantro in the guac, not my fave.

Monday morning I got some bad news. My dad has prostate cancer. I don't know details yet, but I'm hopeful. Luckily my job is very flexible, and I have designed our system so we can do most of our work from anywhere with an internet connection, so I can go help my dad out if he needs me to.

Liv is evil and had to be banished. Her dad gets to be the parent now and I get to be Sugardaddy. That's the plan, anyway. It usually doesn't last long, but I'm sticking to my guns as long as possible! Besides, she should spend more time with her dad anyway, I'm reminded that you never know how long you get to have a dad in this world.

I'm on for playing bass for Daria this weekend at GNP. I haven't talked to my dad yet, but if it seems a visit to him would be good this weekend, I might try to find a substitute for myself if she's willing. Not sure what's happening yet.

And my dang front passenger side tire is losing air every 2 days. I tried to find somebody to patch it on my lunch hour yesterday, but they all said it would be a while, they're booked solid. I might ask Jolene to pick me up at More Tire this morning and just leave it there all day, in hopes they find a minute to check it out. I hope it's just a patch, the tire only has 21,000 miles on it.

Onward, upward, looking for the good.


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Looking back on this post in a moment of insomnia, i wonder why i didn't include the adorable Boomer story in the post? I remember it so clearly even now 8 yrs later.
We're at the Rosewood sitting up close like the guitar nerds we are. Johnny plays a soulstirring rendition of On the Poor Side of Town by Johnny Rivers. I whisper to Boomer, "I know you're strictly all about the ladies, but doesn't this astounding player just make you wanna take him home and lay him?" To which Boomer replies, without missing a beat, "shit, after that tune I feel like I just GOT laid by him."
 
Looking back on this post in a moment of insomnia, i wonder why i didn't include the adorable Boomer story in the post? I remember it so clearly even now 8 yrs later.
We're at the Rosewood sitting up close like the guitar nerds we are. Johnny plays a soulstirring rendition of On the Poor Side of Town by Johnny Rivers. I whisper to Boomer, "I know you're strictly all about the ladies, but doesn't this astounding player just make you wanna take him home and lay him?" To which Boomer replies, without missing a beat, "shit, after that tune I feel like I just GOT laid by him."
 
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