Steve Miller, SportsCenter and Santa Claus

My first concert was Steve Miller Band

they had wireless mics, wireless guitars and no amps on stage

my Dad & I agreed the stage was a little "too" clean

it seemed the possibility of a Milli Villi was very real...

This summer Steve has received a lot of radio airplay

from the Boston classic rock radio station

because they're (probably) sponsoring the Boston hit on his tour this year.

An easy realization, right?

But it made me feel sour.

Like realizing Sportscenter highlights have less to do

with the most relevant sports news of the day,

than the sports news of the day that ESPN has sponsored.

Sometimes realizations are a drag.

Gram's Pool

2012 is the first summer I haven't swam,

after swimming every summer ever.

no lakes, no oceans, no pools allowed.

my Swimming Memories begin at Gram's pool.

lingering memories in my brain from Gram's pool include:

-a gate that needed to be shut, the incessant hollering when it inevitably wasn't

-a top secret mission to steal Bonnie Raitt cassettes (undetected) from my aunt's open car

-a McDonald's "scratch ticket" promotion for the Dick Tracy movie, a WINNER that my cousin had not yet redeemed, the family passing it around for inspection, that daring VOID IF REMOVED section, the burning curiosity, the horrific wailing when she discovered what I'd done...

Dabbling In Parallel Realities with Joe Walsh

Joe Walsh

was interviewed by Chuck Klosterman

and although Joe began discussing the evolution of sound recording,

from his analog heydays to today's digital world,

within this specific conversation he made a broader point:

that we (humans) cannot exist in both the "Computer World" and the "Real World" at the same time.

Sure, that sounds like something our grandparents would say...

but Easy examples to solidify this theory are 1) your annoying friend who is perpetually buried in his phone while you try to converse

and 2) the dead guy who killed himself and innocent others while texting and driving

I recommend you (the reader) heed Mr. Walsh's psychedelic social observations,

or at least think about it for a minute.

Deep Cuts

Here's hoping today's procedure was the last

it was Nothing compared to the first

(outpatient vs Full Blown Surgery)

I found it to be odd that the gig went down in a room called Medical Daycare,

Another oddity was how casually the surgeon and assistant surgeon were discussing their luncheon options,

I'm lying three feet from them, very much prepped for surgery.

One look at me in that manner and I wouldn't eat for days,

if you know what I'm sayin'

Stages of Hair Grief

1) FAMILY & CLOSE FRIENDS

 tell you to cut your hair, perhaps "jokingly"

2) STRANGERS MISTAKE YOU FOR A WOMAN

 old people or busy waitresses

3) STRANGERS DEMAND YOU CUT YOUR HAIR

 in my experience I've noticed this third step to generally be shouted from a distance, not a face-to-face confrontation (like steps one & two).

 (which is nice)