Rock-N-America Best and Worst

Whew. Three full summer days of rock n roll will take a toll. But I trudged through the Zoo. All in the name of metal. I'll just give a bullet point list of the weekend.

• Best Side-Stage Show - Bullet Boys (LA Guns gets a mention here for holding court too)
• Most Cuss Words in a Show That Didn't Allow Cussin' - Faster Pussycat
• Most Talkin' - Dokken
• Biggest Disappointment - Slaughter
• Bands That Redeemed Themselves from Previous Shows - Cinderella and Ratt
• Biggest Stage Presence - Scorpions
• Coolest Moment - Lita Ford singing Close My Eyes Forever in the middle of rain, thunder, and lightning
• Best Drum Solo - Scorpion's Kottak Attack
• Still My Favorite Band - Cinderella

Take a shower. Call your mother. Your life is in shambles.

Sons of Bill. Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers had a tough time following that band of brothers from Virgina. I've come to the realization that if i see any musician from the Appalachian area, they're alright. Sons of Bill is no exception. Its good to see some fresh music and sounds around here. We need more influence to grab from. I highly suggest all Texas friends go see them when they open for Randy Rogers on July 3 at the Ft. Worth Stockyards. You won't be disappointed.

The Peacemakers show was a Peacemakers show. There was a guy that dressed and acted like Steve Larson on stage. There was Patron, Mekong, and Makers involved. I had fun. I didn't get arrested. And I lived to tell the tale. There is no photographic evidence of the night other than the picture of the strange "Bottle from Bangkok". Ate at Big Truck Tacos before the show for the first time. Good eats. I had "The Fifth". They don't tell you whats in it. The recipe changes everyday. I was pleased. Have a great week everybody and go grab you some Sons of Bill.

Blogger, I've Neglected You

I ignore you for sometime and I always return to find new fun features you can do. I know Google is your daddy but I forget how integrated you can be. You can show where I am through Google Latitude; show my pics I post in Picasa; and now I find you can post to Facebook and Twitter. All by sending one little email. I've been figuring out how I will keep everybody updated when we go on our trip to Boston and Maine in July and it looks like you're it. People may not come to the actual blog, but if I write more than 140 characters they will have to, to get.... the rest of the story. You have gotten prettier with age, Blogger. I do still love you even though I don't spend much time with you. Maybe, I'll start shooting you and email and you can do all the leg work so i don't have to pull up an app just to post things. You should be my diary. My ideas (even though I don't have many). My chronicles. Hell, I even used that in the title. We'll see how you handle the types of posts I put. See how well you translate them to Twitter and Facebook. Since that's where most people hang out these days. Let's have some fun again shall we? And let people know you still exist.

America is turning into Idiocracy

Seriously. I walked into Arby's here in Stillwater for lunch and was greeted by two huge self serve kiosks. We're really moving to where we never interact with people. First, movie tickets. Then, movie rentals. Now, fast food? Really? Come on.

 

Hey man, gimme a pump.

This morning after dropping Averly off at daycare, I saw a kid riding his bike to school with pegs on the front fork only. None on the back. I wondered if he had those on there to do tricks or give other kids a ride or a pump. I discussed it with Melisa. I remember when when I got my first pair of pegs for my bike. They were called axle extenders and were pretty thin. I explained to Melisa how I don't think the manufacturers realized kids gained weight as they got older and thus the "extenders" usually ended bending and were a complete bitch to get back off. But they were the easiest way to give another a pump. I could never do the riding on the handle bars. Either me sitting on them or doing the driving. It was to difficult to steer and see and if you hit something, guess who is the one to hit head first into said object. Another way I remember to give a pump was one kid sits on the seat while the other one stands up and pedals the entire way to the destination. This was difficult for both as the one on the seat didn't have anywhere to put his feet and you couldn't hold on to the pedaler since he was constantly going up and down pedaling. All you could do was try to hold onto the back of the seat to keep balance. The pedaler gets extremely tired from constantly standing up working with the extra payload. Then came the pegs. The perfect solution for giving another kid a ride. Stand on the back with hands on shoulders while the owner of the bike could sit and pedal away. I wonder if kids still do that. I know now about every kid has a bicycle. Do the ones that don't still get a pump from kids that do? And where did that term come from? When I need a ride in a car, from now on, I'm gonna say "Hey, gimme a pump to the store."