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clevermanka) wrote2009-03-01 08:15 am
clevermanka) wrote2009-03-01 08:15 am
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The only thing I did yesterday that required 1) leaving the house, or 2) putting on anything more than pajamas was I shoveled the sidewalk--and the sidewalks of the neighbors to the north and south of us, as well as the neighbors across the street (the only ones we really know/like). The snow was heavy and wet, so I got it all done pretty quickly. Took me just over twenty minutes. A nice little workout. Because of the snow, though, I didn't think it wise to try to take the car out. The alley looked pretty bad. So it was a homebound day, even though the roads were fine by late afternoon.
Today I will risk the hazardous alley to go run a couple errands. It's crazy that when I lived in the ghetto (10th and Tennessee), I had a nice paved alley. But here, in a much more affluent area of town, the alley is a gross mixture of dirt and gravel. This time of year, it's mostly dirt. And at the moment, ice and slush.
I have this song in my head.
I got to see R.E.M. in Denver in 1994 or 1995. It was at an outdoor arena, in foggy cold weather, and I was in the third row. Monster had just been released, and Michael Stipe didn't remember all the words to that album's songs yet. He had his lyric sheets resting on an old beat-up music stand in full view. He was wonderfully unashamed of the fact that most people in the audience already knew the songs better than he did.
Up, the album on which the above song appears, wasn't released until 1998. I would have loved to hear that one done live, there, in person.
Today I will risk the hazardous alley to go run a couple errands. It's crazy that when I lived in the ghetto (10th and Tennessee), I had a nice paved alley. But here, in a much more affluent area of town, the alley is a gross mixture of dirt and gravel. This time of year, it's mostly dirt. And at the moment, ice and slush.
I have this song in my head.
I got to see R.E.M. in Denver in 1994 or 1995. It was at an outdoor arena, in foggy cold weather, and I was in the third row. Monster had just been released, and Michael Stipe didn't remember all the words to that album's songs yet. He had his lyric sheets resting on an old beat-up music stand in full view. He was wonderfully unashamed of the fact that most people in the audience already knew the songs better than he did.
Up, the album on which the above song appears, wasn't released until 1998. I would have loved to hear that one done live, there, in person.
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The REM show was probably my second favorite of that whole parade, though. It was really really good.
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I'm not being facetious when I say that was a spiritual experience for me. I actually wept.
My third favorite was Pink Floyd (believe it or not). It was such a surreal experience. Crazy light show, amazing computer graphics on huge screens, and enormous (I meanenormous) floating pigs.
I also saw the Indigo Girls, Rolling Stones, and the first WOMAD festival during that time period. It was great to have gas cheap enough that driving out there more of a burden of time than anything else.
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