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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Railroads, Revivals, Reunions, and Returns.
I'm sitting at Pianos on Ludlow St. in Lower East Side and I'm amazed to be watching The Experimental Tropic Blues Band.The Lady and I met them last week at a corner bar in Memphis and now I'm seeing them crush the stage in Manhattan. Indeed, it's a small world.The Lady and I went to the 3 day Memphis Music Festival to celebrate our one year anniversary and what better way than revisiting the geneses of it all. It's exhausting chasing The Lady everywhere. I'm constantly trying to put the Beale Street funk all over her junk.Life is short so drink early is the motto around here. On top of that my back is killing me from filming in a cop car for the past three weeks so I'm eating vicodins like tic- tacs.I'm numb to it all but the music carries on.Tornado warnings, rain, and floods will not detour us and we are on a mission to see as many of our favorite bands as possible while legs hold our drunk wobbly bodies up. On Saturday we stumbled over to watch Mumford and Sons and that made us reminisce about The Railroad Revival Tour we saw a week ago.The railroad tour stopped in San Pedro and we started our day meeting up with Dance Dance Revolution and her friend The Revivalist at San Pedro Brewing Company.We ordered the beer sampler and The Revivalist took a shot down, "Oh my god, I just burped out my nose and tasted it in my eyes." It was a great show and I think Old Crow Medicine Show stole the show. Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros and Mumford & Sons were no chumps but Old Crow had all the energy.It was an intimate affair with general admission seating so we found some friends and I yelled"Get Big." We all spread out, shouted "Get Big" and marked our territory.Dance Dance Revolution and I practiced dance routines we have created while working on various productions.It was an amazing show and The Revivalist summed it up best on the way home when she said "I love you all and I hope you don't think it's too forward of me but I'm going to get naked and pee on this bush right here." Now I'm drunk in Manhattan watching my new Belgium friends.The Lady is in Los Angeles with The Three Year Old but she just got a shout out from the stage, "We wish Lanair was here and she's as sweat as her southern belle name sounds." The reunion is going well and I'm ignoring the fact I have a 6AM call time. I'm in the greatest city in the world, my hair feels like it's on fire, and I'm ready to lose my wits.
I'm sitting at Pianos on Ludlow St. in Lower East Side and I'm amazed to be watching The Experimental Tropic Blues Band. The Lady and I met them last week at a corner bar in Memphis and now I'm seeing them crush the stage in Manhattan. Indeed, it's a small world. The Lady and I went to the 3 day Memphis Music Festival to celebrate our one year anniversary and what better way than revisiting the geneses of it all. It's exhausting chasing The Lady everywhere. I'm constantly trying to put the Beale Street funk all over her junk. Life is short so drink early is the motto around here. On top of that my back is killing me from filming in a cop car for the past three weeks so I'm eating vicodins like tic- tacs. I'm numb to it all but the music carries on. Tornado warnings, rain, and floods will not detour us and we are on a mission to see as many of our favorite bands as possible while legs hold our drunk wobbly bodies up. On Saturday we stumbled over to watch Mumford and Sons and that made us reminisce about The Railroad Revival Tour we saw a week ago. The railroad tour stopped in San Pedro and we started our day meeting up with Dance Dance Revolution and her friend The Revivalist at San Pedro Brewing Company. We ordered the beer sampler and The Revivalist took a shot down, "Oh my god, I just burped out my nose and tasted it in my eyes." It was a great show and I think Old Crow Medicine Show stole the show. Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros and Mumford & Sons were no chumps but Old Crow had all the energy. It was an intimate affair with general admission seating so we found some friends and I yelled"Get Big." We all spread out, shouted "Get Big" and marked our territory. Dance Dance Revolution and I practiced dance routines we have created while working on various productions. It was an amazing show and The Revivalist summed it up best on the way home when she said "I love you all and I hope you don't think it's too forward of me but I'm going to get naked and pee on this bush right here." Now I'm drunk in Manhattan watching my new Belgium friends. The Lady is in Los Angeles with The Three Year Old but she just got a shout out from the stage, "We wish Lanair was here and she's as sweat as her southern belle name sounds." The reunion is going well and I'm ignoring the fact I have a 6AM call time. I'm in the greatest city in the world, my hair feels like it's on fire, and I'm ready to lose my wits.
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