What I'm listening to:
Artist: Kenna
Song: Man Fading
Album: New Sacred Cow
Hooray for iTunes! I don't know why, but all last week it wasn't working. Every time I'd try and open it, Windows would show an iTunes error and would not let it open. I tried rebooting the computer, it didn't work. I tried doing a repair install - that didn't work either. I tried deleting it, then completely reinstalling it - still not working! So I spent all week being mad at Windows (moreso than usual) and the fact that it wasn't letting me open iTunes. I know Microsoft hates Apple, and rightly so - Apple really has their crap together and offers much better products, operating systems, and software. Oh, well - someday when I have lots of money, I'll probably get a Mac. Until then, however; I will put up with my PC and it's unfortunate dependancy on Microsoft products.
Oh, yeah - I forgot to mention (in case the listing of an actual song at the top didn't clue you in) iTunes is working now :) I don't know what happened, but this morning I tried one more uninstall of iTunes and then rebooted. When Windows was up and running again, I downloaded it one more time and did the install. When it was done - no error messsage, hooray! So I have been enjoying some tunage ever since getting back from church.
In sad news, I found out yesterday that my Grandma (from my Dad's side, my only living Grandmother) has three aneurisms in her brain. I knew about one of them a couple of years ago, but what I didn't know was how serious that particular one was. It's located near the base of her neck, in a place that's too dangerous for them to try any sort of operation on. So, basically I could be completely Grandmother-less really anytime now. I don't know why, but it really hit me hard going home - like I got this really awful feeling that I wasn't going to see her again before she leaves this world. My mom's parents both passed away over 10 years ago, and I am sad they will only be at my wedding in spirit. I keep hoping God will let both of my living grandparents be at my wedding in July.
I have sort of a different (at least when I compare it to what I see around me) relationship with most of my family. I feel like a bit of an unintentional black sheep. I say unintentional because I don't blame anyone for me feeling that way. I don't really have much in common with most of my family with the exception of DNA and a last name. Nobody in my family plays music and none of them are interested in things I'm interested in. And adversely, I'm not interested in things the rest of my family is interested in. The Robertsons usually talk about either farming, sports, card games, or any combination of the above. I am not particularly interested in those things so we rarely have anything to converse about. The Howes are so spread out that I don't get to see many of them very often at all. When I do get to see them, their lives (including socio-economic class) are so different than mine that it creates a barrier of interests between me and them. No one on either side of my family plays any musical instruments and none of them enjoy the same kinds of television, movies, music, humour, etc. that I do. Ugh, it's very frustrating when I'm around family. I mean, I love them because they're family, but I almost despise any kind of family get-togethers or holidays because after the joy of seeing folks I haven't seen in however long wears off, I'm ready to come back home where I have friends who's company I enjoy much more.
I am so grateful for the friends I've made in Springfield, especially those folks I've known since before I lived here (Dave, Kip, Angela, Mo - I appreciate you so much!) I know once Janae and I get married, we probably won't be in Springfield (due to a career-essential obligation of Janae's that will force us somewhere outside southwest Missouri), at least not until she is done with her residency. We'd love to be able to come back and settle here, and we hope God gives us that opportunity when we are looking for a place to relocate to after her residency. Whatever happens to us and to our friends, I sincerely hope and pray that life and distance will not separate us too much. The folks who read this who don't know me very well, I hope that can change in the very near future. The folks who do know me fairly well, I'm grateful for you putting up with me! I appreciate all of you who put up with me, my bald head, my jokes (however inappropriate they may be at times), my musical tastes, my foot odor, and my poor grammar. You all are fantastic!
So - hooray for friends, hooray for iTunes, and hooray for the Cardinals (even though I couldn't really care less about sports, it's cool to see a 'hometown' team like that go that far). I know we aren't meeting at Gaylon's this week (thanks to those darn Pagans) so I will catch some of you there next week. Hopefully I will blog before then though. Also, Janae will be in town the week of Thanksgiving, so we will both be at Bible Study (and I'm making cider for that night - that's right, Angela - hopefully you can make it :) And don't forget about Weird Al's performance of 'White and Nerdy' on Leno this Thursday night (around 11:20 p.m. or so Central Time). Cheers.
29 October, 2006
22 October, 2006
He just liked boats and stuff
Artist: me
Song: fingers on the keyboard
Album: my iTunes isn't working properly so I don't have any music playing at the moment :(
Todd Ferguson is not my favorite person right now. I sat around my apartment all day yesterday (until about 9:00 p.m. when I went to Barnes & Noble to buy Karl Pilkington's book [see Monkey News post], which is great so far). My ankle was feeling remarkably better and I was just aching to get out and do something productive... and I read about the surprise work day at the Harshman's, organized by Mr. Todd "I'm not going to invite Moose" Ferguson. Thanks for not including me. I normally don't get too aggrevated about avoiding physical labor, but I really wanted something to do and I love to help friends. Anyway, I am a little bitter about being excluded, however unintentional it may have been :)
On a happy note, I did discover the joy of .torrent files and downloaded the entire I'm With Busey and The Assistant (both of which only lasted a season, most unfortunately). I know some of you are going to say, "What did Weird Al teach you about downloading things illegally?" Well, to that I respond, "I don't consider it wrong to download tv shows to your computer that are not available for purchase anywhere." Because, believe me, if either of these amazingly brilliant shows were available, I would have bought them the minute they became so. So, I have been watching some of both shows this afternoon and they have brought a great joy to my weekend.
So, I'm pretty excited about tomorrow night's concert. 'Big Daddy' Harshman and I are going to see the amazing bass icon Victor Wooten and his equally amazing lineup of supporting musicians at Juanita K Hammons Hall for Performing Arts at 7:30. I'm sure most of you don't really care and therefore aren't too jealous of Mr. Harshman and myself, but let me tell you - you should be. For those who have an eventless evening planned for tomorrow night, I urge you to grab a ticket (providing there are any left) and catch the show - it'll change your life for the better. Trust me.
I suppose I'll see everyone at Gaylon's on Tuesday night (if people actually show up this week - last week it was just Gaylon, Wyatt, and myself) and tell you how much you missed out by not going to or caring about the Victor Wooten show. I got online and found a clip of Mr. Victor with his brother, Reggie (who plays guitar, and will be there tomorrow night) and needless to say, it was friggin' awesome. Here it is.
So, yeah. Come to Gaylon's this week and fellowship, learn about Samuel, eat some snacks, and let Adam and myself tell you how awesome the show was.
Oh, a VERY important announcement... Thursday, November 2nd, tune in to the Tonight Show with Jay Leno on NBC - the musical guest.... Weird Al himself performing "White and Nerdy". It will rock your boxers. Cheers.
Song: fingers on the keyboard
Album: my iTunes isn't working properly so I don't have any music playing at the moment :(
Todd Ferguson is not my favorite person right now. I sat around my apartment all day yesterday (until about 9:00 p.m. when I went to Barnes & Noble to buy Karl Pilkington's book [see Monkey News post], which is great so far). My ankle was feeling remarkably better and I was just aching to get out and do something productive... and I read about the surprise work day at the Harshman's, organized by Mr. Todd "I'm not going to invite Moose" Ferguson. Thanks for not including me. I normally don't get too aggrevated about avoiding physical labor, but I really wanted something to do and I love to help friends. Anyway, I am a little bitter about being excluded, however unintentional it may have been :)
On a happy note, I did discover the joy of .torrent files and downloaded the entire I'm With Busey and The Assistant (both of which only lasted a season, most unfortunately). I know some of you are going to say, "What did Weird Al teach you about downloading things illegally?" Well, to that I respond, "I don't consider it wrong to download tv shows to your computer that are not available for purchase anywhere." Because, believe me, if either of these amazingly brilliant shows were available, I would have bought them the minute they became so. So, I have been watching some of both shows this afternoon and they have brought a great joy to my weekend.
So, I'm pretty excited about tomorrow night's concert. 'Big Daddy' Harshman and I are going to see the amazing bass icon Victor Wooten and his equally amazing lineup of supporting musicians at Juanita K Hammons Hall for Performing Arts at 7:30. I'm sure most of you don't really care and therefore aren't too jealous of Mr. Harshman and myself, but let me tell you - you should be. For those who have an eventless evening planned for tomorrow night, I urge you to grab a ticket (providing there are any left) and catch the show - it'll change your life for the better. Trust me.
I suppose I'll see everyone at Gaylon's on Tuesday night (if people actually show up this week - last week it was just Gaylon, Wyatt, and myself) and tell you how much you missed out by not going to or caring about the Victor Wooten show. I got online and found a clip of Mr. Victor with his brother, Reggie (who plays guitar, and will be there tomorrow night) and needless to say, it was friggin' awesome. Here it is.
So, yeah. Come to Gaylon's this week and fellowship, learn about Samuel, eat some snacks, and let Adam and myself tell you how awesome the show was.
Oh, a VERY important announcement... Thursday, November 2nd, tune in to the Tonight Show with Jay Leno on NBC - the musical guest.... Weird Al himself performing "White and Nerdy". It will rock your boxers. Cheers.
17 October, 2006
It's just a flesh wound!
I'll start this off with a warning. I have been taking some fairly hardcore pain medication (which will be explained further along in this post) and it makes me really mellow and groggy, so this post may be a bit weird. That being said, let's get this done:
Artist: me
Song: fingers typing on a keyboard
Album: my computer is up and running, but I don't have speakers for my tunes yet
About those pain pills... I had a fantastic day on Friday, I was done with my required duties (as per my job description) by noon. I took the opportunity to find projects around the store that needed to be done. The last of these projects was straightening all of the guitar hooks and fixing all the price tags on the guitars in said hooks. I got about a 3rd of the way around the store, when an amp I was standing on (to reach an insanely high guitar hook) tipped over, tipping me over with it. I took a fairly hard fall (it wasn't the distance I fell, so much as it was me weighing almost 250 pounds) and landed on my right foot at a rather unnatural angle. I thought it was just a slight injury and tried to shake it off, but then I started getting really nauseous and my vision became blurry and spotty. I thought it might be a good idea to sit down for a few minutes to avoid passing out, so I did. Once I felt I could make the trek home, I got in my car and did just that.
I called Janae and told her what happened, she recommended I elevate it and all that stuff, but if I was going to be up and around (which she correctly assumed I would be - cabin fever doesn't take but about 15 minutes to set in for me sometimes), to go and get a cane or set of crutches - something to help keep the weight off the foot to speed the healing process along as quickly as possible. I reluctantly took her advice (you know, being a man and all, I'm supposed to be able to suck it up and ignore pain... yeah, right.) and went to Walgreens to check out their selection of mobility assistance products and found the least expensive item I could - a cane that comes apart and folds up for easy storage.
Fast forward to Saturday...
I wake up and my foot is throbbing. It looks like Sherman Klump's foot from The Nutty Professor - except it's not black. Anyway, it really doesn't hurt too bad when I put on an ankle brace, a sock, and my shoe; so I get my cane, take my computer stuff out to the car, and head over to church to meet with Mr. Alan Davis. I get it all put together, but between making the new parts work with the old parts and all of the STUPID updates that friggin' Microsuck makes you do (and to make it worse, they make you reboot between every single stinkin' update - AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yeah, I want a Mac so bad, it sucks they're so darn expensive!), I was there for 8 hours! Anyway, after that I went to my friend Chris' house for this month's UFC Pay-Per-View fight night. Between the fighting, the sweet tea, and the Bagel Bites (which are awesome, in case anyone hasn't ever tried them), I didn't really think about my foot much. I went to bed and my foot was feeling alright, once I propped it up under a couple of pillows.
On to Sunday...
I got almost no sleep Saturday night, I kept tossing and turning, and my foot would hit the wall and it'd make me wake up - not a good night. Anyway, I'm supposed to be at church early to run sound for 1st service since Clint wasn't going to be there. I set my alarm the night before and somehow managed to either not turn it on at all, or turned it off without even remembering I did so. Whatever happened, I didn't get up in time for early church. I jumped out of bed, forgetting about Friday's injury, and then yelled quite loudly when I was reminded. Fast forward - I'm at church, hobbling around like a friggin' gimp with my cane, and Gaylon yells, "Moose, what did you do!" I explained what had happened and he asked if it was turning colors, I said that it wasn't and he said, "that's good, 'cause when I broke my ankle it turned about the color of your jeans." I was relieved... until I got home... My foot was really starting to bother me, so I took off my shoes and socks - my foot had a couple of red splotches up by my toes and a big purpley-brown mark forming just under the ankle bone. So, remembering Gaylon's words I called Janae to get some advice (she's much more medically savvy than I am) and she recommended I go see the doctor first thing Monday morning. I called my Mom to tell her what had happened and to ask for her prayers and she practically screamed at me to get to the ER immediately.
I have to get back to work, so I'll make this already boring long story short. I went to the ER, they X-Ray'd my foot, told me they couldn't see any breaks, gave me an ACE wrap, an air cast, and a perscription for some pain medication, and sent me on my merry little way. I started taking the pain pills yesterday, but only took one pill at a time instead of the suggested dosage of two since I was at work and didn't know what two would do to me. I found out what two would to do me today... Two pills of Darvocet make me sick to my stomach, groggy, sensitive to noise, and more mellow than I care to be. So, there you have it folks. I will try and make it to Gaylon's tonight, but if I'm less than lively - you know why.
Oh, if you were wondering what the title has to do with anything related to this post - it doesn't, it's just written on the T-shirt I'm wearing. Cheers.
Artist: me
Song: fingers typing on a keyboard
Album: my computer is up and running, but I don't have speakers for my tunes yet
About those pain pills... I had a fantastic day on Friday, I was done with my required duties (as per my job description) by noon. I took the opportunity to find projects around the store that needed to be done. The last of these projects was straightening all of the guitar hooks and fixing all the price tags on the guitars in said hooks. I got about a 3rd of the way around the store, when an amp I was standing on (to reach an insanely high guitar hook) tipped over, tipping me over with it. I took a fairly hard fall (it wasn't the distance I fell, so much as it was me weighing almost 250 pounds) and landed on my right foot at a rather unnatural angle. I thought it was just a slight injury and tried to shake it off, but then I started getting really nauseous and my vision became blurry and spotty. I thought it might be a good idea to sit down for a few minutes to avoid passing out, so I did. Once I felt I could make the trek home, I got in my car and did just that.
I called Janae and told her what happened, she recommended I elevate it and all that stuff, but if I was going to be up and around (which she correctly assumed I would be - cabin fever doesn't take but about 15 minutes to set in for me sometimes), to go and get a cane or set of crutches - something to help keep the weight off the foot to speed the healing process along as quickly as possible. I reluctantly took her advice (you know, being a man and all, I'm supposed to be able to suck it up and ignore pain... yeah, right.) and went to Walgreens to check out their selection of mobility assistance products and found the least expensive item I could - a cane that comes apart and folds up for easy storage.
Fast forward to Saturday...
I wake up and my foot is throbbing. It looks like Sherman Klump's foot from The Nutty Professor - except it's not black. Anyway, it really doesn't hurt too bad when I put on an ankle brace, a sock, and my shoe; so I get my cane, take my computer stuff out to the car, and head over to church to meet with Mr. Alan Davis. I get it all put together, but between making the new parts work with the old parts and all of the STUPID updates that friggin' Microsuck makes you do (and to make it worse, they make you reboot between every single stinkin' update - AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yeah, I want a Mac so bad, it sucks they're so darn expensive!), I was there for 8 hours! Anyway, after that I went to my friend Chris' house for this month's UFC Pay-Per-View fight night. Between the fighting, the sweet tea, and the Bagel Bites (which are awesome, in case anyone hasn't ever tried them), I didn't really think about my foot much. I went to bed and my foot was feeling alright, once I propped it up under a couple of pillows.
On to Sunday...
I got almost no sleep Saturday night, I kept tossing and turning, and my foot would hit the wall and it'd make me wake up - not a good night. Anyway, I'm supposed to be at church early to run sound for 1st service since Clint wasn't going to be there. I set my alarm the night before and somehow managed to either not turn it on at all, or turned it off without even remembering I did so. Whatever happened, I didn't get up in time for early church. I jumped out of bed, forgetting about Friday's injury, and then yelled quite loudly when I was reminded. Fast forward - I'm at church, hobbling around like a friggin' gimp with my cane, and Gaylon yells, "Moose, what did you do!" I explained what had happened and he asked if it was turning colors, I said that it wasn't and he said, "that's good, 'cause when I broke my ankle it turned about the color of your jeans." I was relieved... until I got home... My foot was really starting to bother me, so I took off my shoes and socks - my foot had a couple of red splotches up by my toes and a big purpley-brown mark forming just under the ankle bone. So, remembering Gaylon's words I called Janae to get some advice (she's much more medically savvy than I am) and she recommended I go see the doctor first thing Monday morning. I called my Mom to tell her what had happened and to ask for her prayers and she practically screamed at me to get to the ER immediately.
I have to get back to work, so I'll make this already boring long story short. I went to the ER, they X-Ray'd my foot, told me they couldn't see any breaks, gave me an ACE wrap, an air cast, and a perscription for some pain medication, and sent me on my merry little way. I started taking the pain pills yesterday, but only took one pill at a time instead of the suggested dosage of two since I was at work and didn't know what two would do to me. I found out what two would to do me today... Two pills of Darvocet make me sick to my stomach, groggy, sensitive to noise, and more mellow than I care to be. So, there you have it folks. I will try and make it to Gaylon's tonight, but if I'm less than lively - you know why.
Oh, if you were wondering what the title has to do with anything related to this post - it doesn't, it's just written on the T-shirt I'm wearing. Cheers.
12 October, 2006
Excitement with a capital "E"
Okay. Alan Davis is one of my favorite people ever. He has helped me so much this past week! I brought my quite-old-yet-newly-acquired-from-my-parents PC over to his house and we spent most of Sunday afternoon/evening looking it over, trying to install XP (as much as I despise Microsoft, XP is considerably better than Millenium Edition, which was on it when it became mine), determining a good upgrade for what I could spend, and just having some good hang out time. I have never considered myself stupid (well, almost never) but some of the terminology and figures he was throwing at me made me feel like I should be riding a short yellow bus everywhere.
So, about my title today - I am excited! My DSL is supposed to be turned on today, and the parts I ordered for the PC should arrive at my apartment tomorrow. Alan's going to help me put it all together probably on Saturday, so by the end of the weekend, I should be on-line and back to being a bloggin' fool! I need to head to church tonight for band practice, so I have to cut this post a bit short. Have a fantastic evening at Financial Fun Class, and I will see most of you at church on Sunday. Cheers.
So, about my title today - I am excited! My DSL is supposed to be turned on today, and the parts I ordered for the PC should arrive at my apartment tomorrow. Alan's going to help me put it all together probably on Saturday, so by the end of the weekend, I should be on-line and back to being a bloggin' fool! I need to head to church tonight for band practice, so I have to cut this post a bit short. Have a fantastic evening at Financial Fun Class, and I will see most of you at church on Sunday. Cheers.
06 October, 2006
About friggin' time!
I don't have what I'm listening to because I'm on my dad's laptop and he doesn't have any tunes on here for me to enjoy while posting, so sorry. At least I've got an excuse, TODD :)
Okay, so I have hated not blogging just as much as you've hated not being able to read any new posts from my neck of the woods. Let me just say that I have just been through the worst work week one could work in a week (say that five times fast! No, really; say it. Say it. SAY IT!!!) Anyway, this past work week has, I think, given me a glimpse into the bowels of Hell... and if that's any indication of what afterlife awaits me if I fail to have a relationship with Jesus, then I don't wanna go there!
Keep in mind we have recently ordered a considerable amount of our stock for the Christmas season, to ensure it will be here on time. Each order that is placed with a particular vendor is quite large, to allow us the best price possible, and is supposed to be scheduled so that only a little bit comes in at a time and makes my life as easy as it can be while keeping a reasonable inventory in stock for all our customers between now and Christmas. Well, I say 'supposed' because for one reason or another (it's pretty hard to be sure who is to blame, the manager who did the order or the vendor who sends it to us - it could just as likely be either one) most of our Christmas orders so far have come in all at once, and NOT as scheduled smaller shipments. This creates a slight problem, as I have a pretty limited space to keep all of this stuff when it arrives. So I'll sum up this past work week for you:
Friday, 09/29 - An order that was placed on Tuesday, 09/26, showed up at our door... 2 skids worth of drum hardware and guitar stands.
Monday, 10/02 - 31 parcels get dropped off by UPS (our normal day consists of around 12-15 parcels) Yeah, I'm still not caught up from Friday at this point.
Tuesday, 10/03 - 35 parcels from UPS, I get Friday's stuff done but haven't gotten to even touch Monday's wonderful gifts of joy.
Wednesday, 10/04 - 36 parcels from UPS. Monday's stuff get's done and a bit of Tuesday's pleasant packages.
Thursday, 10/05 - 39 parcels from UPS. I'm starting to freak out a bit at this point as my stockroom is quickly running out of space. As soon as UPS leaves, I hear air brakes outside my door... two more skids of stuff (one of amplifiers and one of guitars). I give up!
Friday, 10/06 - 13 parcels from UPS and no more skids of product - finally, a break! Hooray! The clouds lift and I actually get a chance to make some considerable progress! Good stuff.
So, yeah - today was a nice end to an otherwise awful work week. Sorry for complaining, I just needed to vent a little. On a brighter note, my parents are giving me their old computer this weekend and Alan Davis agreed to look it over for me and help me get it up to speed (it has Windows ME on it, arguably the worst OS in the history of mankind). Couple that with SBC hooking up my internet by Wednesday (hopefully) and I should get the chance to resume my daily blog entries that I have been slightly slacking on as of late.
I guess I'll wrap this thing up for today. Cheers.
Okay, so I have hated not blogging just as much as you've hated not being able to read any new posts from my neck of the woods. Let me just say that I have just been through the worst work week one could work in a week (say that five times fast! No, really; say it. Say it. SAY IT!!!) Anyway, this past work week has, I think, given me a glimpse into the bowels of Hell... and if that's any indication of what afterlife awaits me if I fail to have a relationship with Jesus, then I don't wanna go there!
Keep in mind we have recently ordered a considerable amount of our stock for the Christmas season, to ensure it will be here on time. Each order that is placed with a particular vendor is quite large, to allow us the best price possible, and is supposed to be scheduled so that only a little bit comes in at a time and makes my life as easy as it can be while keeping a reasonable inventory in stock for all our customers between now and Christmas. Well, I say 'supposed' because for one reason or another (it's pretty hard to be sure who is to blame, the manager who did the order or the vendor who sends it to us - it could just as likely be either one) most of our Christmas orders so far have come in all at once, and NOT as scheduled smaller shipments. This creates a slight problem, as I have a pretty limited space to keep all of this stuff when it arrives. So I'll sum up this past work week for you:
Friday, 09/29 - An order that was placed on Tuesday, 09/26, showed up at our door... 2 skids worth of drum hardware and guitar stands.
Monday, 10/02 - 31 parcels get dropped off by UPS (our normal day consists of around 12-15 parcels) Yeah, I'm still not caught up from Friday at this point.
Tuesday, 10/03 - 35 parcels from UPS, I get Friday's stuff done but haven't gotten to even touch Monday's wonderful gifts of joy.
Wednesday, 10/04 - 36 parcels from UPS. Monday's stuff get's done and a bit of Tuesday's pleasant packages.
Thursday, 10/05 - 39 parcels from UPS. I'm starting to freak out a bit at this point as my stockroom is quickly running out of space. As soon as UPS leaves, I hear air brakes outside my door... two more skids of stuff (one of amplifiers and one of guitars). I give up!
Friday, 10/06 - 13 parcels from UPS and no more skids of product - finally, a break! Hooray! The clouds lift and I actually get a chance to make some considerable progress! Good stuff.
So, yeah - today was a nice end to an otherwise awful work week. Sorry for complaining, I just needed to vent a little. On a brighter note, my parents are giving me their old computer this weekend and Alan Davis agreed to look it over for me and help me get it up to speed (it has Windows ME on it, arguably the worst OS in the history of mankind). Couple that with SBC hooking up my internet by Wednesday (hopefully) and I should get the chance to resume my daily blog entries that I have been slightly slacking on as of late.
I guess I'll wrap this thing up for today. Cheers.
02 October, 2006
VW (not the car)
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooootin!!!
Big thanks to the Moosinator for snatching up some tickets to see Victor Wooten. Most of you probably do not know who this is. As a matter of fact, I would not know who this is if it were not for Moose. Moose (yeah, I'm talking to you), I give you my profound thanks for introducing me to music that is phenominal and outside what would be considered 'mainstream.' (Same with the flicks). Moose, you are my cultural ambasador. You provide me with my regular dose of music-and-movies-and-stuff-that-is-cool-that-I-would-never-have-found-on-my-own. For this I thank you.
Anyways, Vic Woo plays with Bela Fleck and the Flecktones (please, for the love of all that is good, find some of this sweet ear candy to listen to sometime, see Moose for details). I had the pleasure of seeing Bela (with Moose of course) at Juanita K. Hammons Hall for the Performing Arts (JKHHPA, yeah, they call it that) and it was awesome. I look forward to Oct 23rd and our date with VW. Oh and I'm man enough to call it a date without feeling all weird inside.
That's it for now. Piece!
Big thanks to the Moosinator for snatching up some tickets to see Victor Wooten. Most of you probably do not know who this is. As a matter of fact, I would not know who this is if it were not for Moose. Moose (yeah, I'm talking to you), I give you my profound thanks for introducing me to music that is phenominal and outside what would be considered 'mainstream.' (Same with the flicks). Moose, you are my cultural ambasador. You provide me with my regular dose of music-and-movies-and-stuff-that-is-cool-that-I-would-never-have-found-on-my-own. For this I thank you.
Anyways, Vic Woo plays with Bela Fleck and the Flecktones (please, for the love of all that is good, find some of this sweet ear candy to listen to sometime, see Moose for details). I had the pleasure of seeing Bela (with Moose of course) at Juanita K. Hammons Hall for the Performing Arts (JKHHPA, yeah, they call it that) and it was awesome. I look forward to Oct 23rd and our date with VW. Oh and I'm man enough to call it a date without feeling all weird inside.
That's it for now. Piece!
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