Shit, I've been growing a baseball beard and working on my curmudgeon costume this past 12 days, sorry folks.
Real hard times at home are grinding my craw to a crawl... makes me look like the Boston(band) of the blog world, with an output of a post every 8 years or so. Anybody got a car, an apartment and some black market health insurance, let me know. If you're in a band and happen to have access to these things, I'll give you a great review, even if "heart beats like a drum" is anywhere on your lyric sheet.
There were a couple of highlights, though.
I went out to Washington for a wedding last week, hugged some massive trees, hiked(huff, puff) up to a clear view of Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Adams, was out of any cell/internet service for 6 days and got to know the locals in Stevenson at the Walking Man Brewery as I drowned down a couple two, three, six Knuckle Draggers. When I came to, a day later, I had the opportunity to watch local up and comers Jackbone Dixie do a stripped down acoustic set as the wedding band. Emily Albaugh has one of those rare, one of a kind smoky, husky and bold voices, and she's all of 90 lbs. She should go pretty far with a tightened set and a move to nearby Portland.
Speaking of Portland, I finally got to meet the world famous Isorski, from Isorski's Musings. From what I remember, as we sampled a plethora of Oregonian pints, it was a great time. I only made fun of his Kiss devotion maybe 10 or 12 times. Hmmm, I wonder what he thinks about this fresh music news story?
Even in the aftermath of leaving/losing my brand new 64g Itouch in the Dallas airport, that story makes me feel good.
Maybe even enough to get back on track and salvage this Crocktober for everyone.