You know what? I’ve given up trying to get tickets to some of the concerts that blow through.
Tonight, fer instance, at the Shoreline Amphitheater, it’s Roger Waters. He’s only one of the two principle members of my favorite band of all time, Pink Floyd. Show starts in a bit more than an hour; but here I sit, effin’ blogging and completely SOL. Eff. And KFOX is intent on making me feel bad by playing Floyd all throughout the day. And tonight? Tonight, from 10pm to 12, it’s nothing but. And at midnight? Dark Side of the Moon. The whole album. Just rub it in, why dontcha?
And get this: a couple of weeks ago, the wife and I were up at our cabin in the Sierras and decided to run down to Ironstone Winery. It’s like 20 minutes away from the house. Tops. Guess what we missed the night before? Only the effin’ Wilson Sisters and Kansas. Shit. Shit! This is a continuation of the insult of having missed Ann and Nancy’s graces at The Mountain Winery a half-dozen times in the last few years. And though Kansas probably doesn’t rank in my top 10, or even 20, how many times do you suppose you can listen to Carry On My Wayward Son before you get tired of it? I dunno. I’ll let you know.
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