Jens Lekman is playing somewhere in town on May 30th, anybody down for an outing?
The calendar at BooBoo's had him at SLO Brew (or whatever they call it now), but his web site has him at the Art Center.
Either way, I think he'd be fun to see.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
live music
I paused to enjoy an in-store performance at the record shop on my way home.
An interesting blend of pure blooded French cafe crooning and dusty Americana. I wasn't surprised to discover her LP was produced by one of the Calexico guys. The violinist had picked up a couple of mysteries at the store earlier.
Was kinda bummed I couldn't make the show.
All the fun people were there- the whole Funk clan, Keith and Vera, Malik was behind the counter and Fred and Pedro were buzzing around helping the band with this and that.
She mentioned they'd pressed some copies on vinyl, but the wax was all torn up to make room for the show. I'll check back and see if there's a copy to blow some of my trade on.
An interesting blend of pure blooded French cafe crooning and dusty Americana. I wasn't surprised to discover her LP was produced by one of the Calexico guys. The violinist had picked up a couple of mysteries at the store earlier.
Was kinda bummed I couldn't make the show.
All the fun people were there- the whole Funk clan, Keith and Vera, Malik was behind the counter and Fred and Pedro were buzzing around helping the band with this and that.
She mentioned they'd pressed some copies on vinyl, but the wax was all torn up to make room for the show. I'll check back and see if there's a copy to blow some of my trade on.
GRATZ to Bobo
On his sweet new tenured gig at Middlebury College, situated in a scenic Vermont hamlet where chain stores and billboards are forbidden, and the locals ensure a bountiful harvest by ritual stoning of the weak and unpopular.
He assures me that moving to the east coast will mean MORE VISITS , demonstrating the sort of slippery logical prowess that gets you to the top of the academic heap.
He also says that tenure is a synonym for teaching class in a loincloth, so I'm looking forward to students posting cell phone videos of his lectures on the internets.
He assures me that moving to the east coast will mean MORE VISITS , demonstrating the sort of slippery logical prowess that gets you to the top of the academic heap.
He also says that tenure is a synonym for teaching class in a loincloth, so I'm looking forward to students posting cell phone videos of his lectures on the internets.
Monday, April 27, 2009
I'm hip and modern, dammit!
In an effort to stay relevant for the youth of today I present a site with funny text messages!
Some of which are very funny indeed, to wit:
Hip Bax, artist's conception
Some of which are very funny indeed, to wit:
(214): Vomit. Vomit. Whatever. You wear a tiara in public.
(512): uhhh i just had a guy tell me he's seen more jam bands and done more drugs than i could err imagine. what a turn on.
(301): Bea Arthur died yesterday
(240): You shut your stupid mouth
(301): Betty White is next, I just know it.
(240): Betty White will never die! She's like Dick Clark. Rue McCalahan is next.
Hip Bax, artist's conception
assorted
The Fuss has stopped sleeping again.
His deplorable habit of flopping and crawling and wriggling his way over onto my pillow is a modern innovation which allows his hourly shrieks to penetrate my sleeping brain like bunker busters, pulverizing sleep's very foundations.
Earplugs, you say?
Indeed.
He has an appointment today, we're hoping someone can figure something out.
It's sad to pine for those halcyon days when you'd get a luxurious two hours of sleep between outbursts.
The organic produce project is proceeding. Last night I sauteed up a batch of spinach, tonight is either the swiss chard or the bok choy, depending.
There's a bird stuck in the store, and he's already foiled my usual ploy of turning off all the lights to entice them out the door to the sunny world beyond. I'm hoping he'll eventually get tired of clinging to the bricks up by the roofline and come down to where I can get a bag over him.
Two people have wandered in asking what happened to the record store.
"They're right there, two doors down."
"Oh!"
This is a change of pace from the usual record store mix-ups, which involve either trying to buy concert tickets or pick up their special orders from me.
The little blogger posting tabs have a new addition, 'monetize'.
Presumably this is the doorway to riches, a way to leverage my investment in Baxblog content and transform ephemeral words into tangible earnings.
Alas, as someone who habitually runs adblock plus it would be more that slightly hypocritical to put the touch on my vast readership with targeted ads for Withnail & I tee shirts, subscriptions to Cook's Illustrated and a panoply of sleep aids.
You have dodged a bullet, dear readers.
You remain un-monetized....for now.
/edit
another gal just asked where the record store went.
"Two doors that-a-way", I replied.
"Is it on this same level?" she asked.
Uh...wha?
His deplorable habit of flopping and crawling and wriggling his way over onto my pillow is a modern innovation which allows his hourly shrieks to penetrate my sleeping brain like bunker busters, pulverizing sleep's very foundations.
Earplugs, you say?
Indeed.
He has an appointment today, we're hoping someone can figure something out.
It's sad to pine for those halcyon days when you'd get a luxurious two hours of sleep between outbursts.
The organic produce project is proceeding. Last night I sauteed up a batch of spinach, tonight is either the swiss chard or the bok choy, depending.
There's a bird stuck in the store, and he's already foiled my usual ploy of turning off all the lights to entice them out the door to the sunny world beyond. I'm hoping he'll eventually get tired of clinging to the bricks up by the roofline and come down to where I can get a bag over him.
Two people have wandered in asking what happened to the record store.
"They're right there, two doors down."
"Oh!"
This is a change of pace from the usual record store mix-ups, which involve either trying to buy concert tickets or pick up their special orders from me.
The little blogger posting tabs have a new addition, 'monetize'.
Presumably this is the doorway to riches, a way to leverage my investment in Baxblog content and transform ephemeral words into tangible earnings.
Alas, as someone who habitually runs adblock plus it would be more that slightly hypocritical to put the touch on my vast readership with targeted ads for Withnail & I tee shirts, subscriptions to Cook's Illustrated and a panoply of sleep aids.
You have dodged a bullet, dear readers.
You remain un-monetized....for now.
/edit
another gal just asked where the record store went.
"Two doors that-a-way", I replied.
"Is it on this same level?" she asked.
Uh...wha?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
True Customer Tales
two friends with two piles of books ended up with the exact same total, prompting this exchange:
pregnant gal
Hah, I got five books!
punk gal with southern accent
yeah, but mine are all about sex!
'sex' came out sounding sort of like 'seeEX'.
pregnant gal
Hah, I got five books!
punk gal with southern accent
yeah, but mine are all about sex!
'sex' came out sounding sort of like 'seeEX'.
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