Monday, July 20, 2009
weekend recap
This weekend was productive. I produced some shit. Shit like good music, and solid housework, and barely acceptable writing. Adult-level shit, like a true man. I fucking did it.
Friday started with a dude meet-up at the space. We loaded the gear out towards the Fens, and then experienced and helped to perpetrate a fine night of music-making. Reports (a band I am in) played Homegrown: A Loose Psych-Fest at a club called Church. Thing started a bit early, and for some reason awesome out-of-towners Gary War went on at like 7, so we missed all but two of their songs. Sounded good and Hawkwindish, though. They were great the other two times I saw 'em. Magic People and Quits were also both fantastic. Bummer I missed Saturday night's show, with Blues Control and Kurt Vile, an unbeatable one-two punch if ever there was one.
Saturday and Sunday was devoted 100% to house-related labor. We bought a lawnmower, various tools, some paint-related supplies, fine cheeses, and other mandatory essentials. We painted like dickheads with a painting obsession. And then I spent an hour or so mowing that irresponsibly large backyard. I had to ditch the attached grass bag 'cuz it filled up every seven minutes or so. The neighbors were having a picnic and I kind of felt bad, but well fuck it, they could just as easily eat inside, whereas our lawn is wholly external.
Yep, success returns to the suburbs, and the winners circle has us squarely in the center.
This weekend: more painting. And an extra Boston terrier to frolic with. And perchance a visit from Zachary Q. Cincotta, Esq.?
This weekend was productive. I produced some shit. Shit like good music, and solid housework, and barely acceptable writing. Adult-level shit, like a true man. I fucking did it.
Friday started with a dude meet-up at the space. We loaded the gear out towards the Fens, and then experienced and helped to perpetrate a fine night of music-making. Reports (a band I am in) played Homegrown: A Loose Psych-Fest at a club called Church. Thing started a bit early, and for some reason awesome out-of-towners Gary War went on at like 7, so we missed all but two of their songs. Sounded good and Hawkwindish, though. They were great the other two times I saw 'em. Magic People and Quits were also both fantastic. Bummer I missed Saturday night's show, with Blues Control and Kurt Vile, an unbeatable one-two punch if ever there was one.
Saturday and Sunday was devoted 100% to house-related labor. We bought a lawnmower, various tools, some paint-related supplies, fine cheeses, and other mandatory essentials. We painted like dickheads with a painting obsession. And then I spent an hour or so mowing that irresponsibly large backyard. I had to ditch the attached grass bag 'cuz it filled up every seven minutes or so. The neighbors were having a picnic and I kind of felt bad, but well fuck it, they could just as easily eat inside, whereas our lawn is wholly external.
Yep, success returns to the suburbs, and the winners circle has us squarely in the center.
This weekend: more painting. And an extra Boston terrier to frolic with. And perchance a visit from Zachary Q. Cincotta, Esq.?
