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Tides
I’m sitting in the Phoggy Dog in Lawrence listening to my friend Blaine Younger play. I’m beginning to realize that Blaine and I have very different approaches to playing.
Blaine has fun. You can see it in his performance and the kind of songs he plays. The crowd responds well.
I have fun by not showing it. I have an agenda. Bleu Edmondson told me once in Hays that the secret was to force eight originals “down their throats”, give them a cover, and then play 10 more originals. Bleu may not be the biggest alt-country artist, but I’ll put his latest release “Lost Boy” up against any offering from the movement and give you a spread.
The covers I choose have always been songs I respect for pith or because they’re cryptic in a way I admire. My rule of thumb has been if the crowd responds positively that means I have a mandate to depart farther from mainstream into the obscurity I enjoy. After all, if they wanted to hear Kenny Chesney they could have stayed home, played CDs and continued watching NASCAR while flipping through Anti-science Weekly.
Maybe I’ll change. Maybe I won’t. While I like my musical-masochism, I enjoy Blaine’s approach and may begin experimenting with something like that again. We’ll see. Until then, go listen to some Lucero and Old 97s. And vote for Obama and Biden for a mature America.
Years go by
I’m still a skeptic, liberal, songwriter, geek, farmer, musician, and auctioneer. I’m just a little older. I turned 28 on September 25. Thanks for the cake.
I had a ton of cake on September 25. Purple Wave Auction started September 25, 2000, at Longhorns Saloon in Aggieville selling a sporting goods auction. I started working there about a year later on September 1, 2001, only 10 days before September 11.
The cake is a lie.
Palin doesn't meet expectations
Palin’s performance in the debates last night was unremarkable. That’s unfortunate, because I was hoping to write this post with more of a see, I told you so attitude, which is always more fun than trying to argue a point. Everyone expected Palin to get crushed, and she simply didn’t.
Palin did make one point, though. Something to the effect of “golly gee willikers, it’s plain as day how I’m sooooo a Washington outsider”. It was daisy-chain-the-colloquialisms night for her, after all.
The point is that we don’t want an Washington outsider. We don’t want a governer who can hunt. We’ve had one for the last eight years. We want someone who has been involved in the governing of something other than a cold, satellite state.
We don’t want folksy. We don’t want cute. We want a bulldog who can show the world that after eight years of screwing up and screwing around and screwing over everyone else in the world that we’ve grown up and are now ready to maturely and intelligently negotiate with our fellow countries on this planet.
Sara Palin is not who we want.
Debate night
I had a hell of a birthday yesterday. Thanks to everyone for the Facebook comments. We had a Wii party at our cabin last night until 2 a.m. Needless to say, I’ve had better days than today.
We’re slowly gathering around the 56″ view into Ole Miss for tonight’s debate that nearly wasn’t. I’m glad McCain figured out how to multitask.
Our friends over at Dream Not of Today are posting real-time coverage, so make some popcorn, turn on CNN and join in.
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