What a Day IV

I went to an Irish Step-Dancing competition today in Buffalo. Pretty ridiculous. Awesome though, completely other-worldly. It was a lot of fun, and I learned a lot about the cultural phenomena. Example being that I like the reel.

Afterward, I RODE THE MAID OF THE MIST!! I wore my poncho as if I were auditioning for a position as a back-up dancer for Animal Collective.

I came home for a family picnic at the Zoo. Too many kids. Too much good food. But I got to feed the Giraffe!

When THAT was over, I went out to an old friend's house warming party with only one person aware that I was even in town. I saw sooo many old friends from.. I don't even remember when anymore. We were just shooting the shit, but it was so comfortable. It was still different though, because everyone has been moving on with their lives, and therefore are buying houses, getting engaged, being young adults. It was just what going home is all about.
Which brings me to today's song. This is the collaboration between Noah Lennox and Bradford Cox.
"What did you want to see; what did you want to be when you grew up?"

Song of the Day III

Berry and Banana Pancakes Napoleon.

I'm at a hotel in Buffalo, about to pass out from several beers and an intoxicating-on-its-own dinner. Yeah, Anthony Bourdain ate here and got what I got for dinner, Beef on Weck. Really weird sandwich, but amazing nonetheless. Right now we're trying to figure out what we're going to order for room service breakfast.

We've had a few bumps along the way, one of which being the battle between my shower-wanton father and the deliberate customer service as to when we could get soap. We have achieved the soap, but we are afraid to be cursed by a Seinfeld episode we watched before we went out to dinner. You know the one, where Jerry has to wake up the professional runner, but he doesn't trust the clerk. We have now set several other alarms. Because Irish step dancing is much like long-distance running.

And, while nothing has to do with today's song, it was stuck in my head all day. Hummingbird by Wilco.

Day II

Have you ever gone somewhere with someone, and realize in unison that it was a terrible idea? Ever wanted to run in the opposite direction of the train wreck you just walked into?
I kinda did that today when I went downtown to the block party and heard this guy scream "ALL RIGHT". Exhibit A:

DISCLAIMER: Don't really watch this.

So, I guess that today's song is "First Communion" by Gang Gang Dance because I've always imagined it as the soundtrack for a chase scene in a movie.

Song of the Day

[While ambitious, I really am boyishly flinging myself into one of these commitments of producing a "song a day" post for a week straight. I'm gonna try.]

So, I went to Pitchfork. I am still simmering in the sauce that is my memory of that ridiculous weekend. I am working on a sampler playlist from the weekend, but the M83 show was what got me to sit down and write THIS blog.

Let me set it up for you. We get there and make friends with people who end up giving us beer. right next to us is a group of kids dressed like indians, eating shrooms, smoking weed, and drinking out of a flask. If they weren't either fat or pimply, I probably would have joined them. And then Morgan Kibby comes on stage with a sequint top that was nearly see through, braless. Needless to say, when the music actually started, the party only got better. This song was the one that got everyone feeling like those drugged up indians.

Summer?

I guess summer when you're six is the epitome of what a summer should be. No school, no work, you're parents leave you at summer camps or at home with a cool babysitter and you just fucking rage and play all day, everyday. I remember becoming exceptionally skilled in baseball one summer, and now I suck. I wish we could revert back to those days. Back when I would wake up and read a Babysitters Club book and then play manhunt with my friends on the block. Now I wake up and go to Beginning Spanish II for three hours every day, then come home and do homework, or run other errands, before I drag myself into work.

But hey, in a few years, I will be a teacher, and have summers off again!
In the mean-time, heres a play list that will at least lift my summer blues.
"Dog Parks and Sunshine"

For Barry.
You were always uplifting.