Saw Ryan Adams Thursday night in Chicago. My review as posted to RMAS (the Springsteen newsgroup). A thought since then: In the last couple months, I’ve been listening to mp3s of both Adams and Pete Yorn’s most recent stuff. Neither really engaged me at first, but both steadily grew on me. Now, after seeing Adams, I’ve made up my mind.
I plan to buy Yorn’s musicforthemorningafter purely out of spite. I will go to a record store and pay full price for it. I may buy Adams’ Gold, but that will come from the good people of BMG Music Club — and their generous free CD offers.
To Nate Pence, who meets the goals and vision of the RTVF students. To Deanna, the coolest person in the Peanut Gallery. And, reaching back a little bit, to Jeff, the bricklayer of this hacienda, and to Tom, whose Web page I can’t find right now! The Googles of all these interesting people:
–Deanna (Googlewhack? No.)
Sorry updating has slowed; finals time here on campus. Coming this weekend: Review of Thursday’s Ryan Adams show here; “donut balls;” my knees get weak for Go Chicago; shout outs and Googling; and why I stole this man’s son’s name.
Outgoing Daily Northwestern editor-in-chief Casey Newton (see his 3/12 Weblog entry) has been questioned by police in the repeated thefts of the The Daily’s van. The van is used for taking the paper to the printer each night and bringing it back to campus each morning for distribution. The van, it must be noted, is a piece of junk. More thoughts in the left column — and, the great bastion of democracy, an online poll.
I went without shaving until about 5 this afternoon, thanks to various school projects that took me up to (and past) the starting time of my classes. It’s been a while since I’ve gone past 2 p.m. and forever since I’ve gone past 11 on a weekday, even with my no-morning class schedule. The experience made me feel very rugged. When the wind brushed the bristles on my face, I thought: This is the way to live. I could wrestle a grizzly bear and tame a cougar and roll the earth and spit fire. Grrrrrowll.
So, I say, bring on the grizzly bears. And my Norelco electric.
To Lyssa for signing the guestbook and sayin’ hey. Hey right back at ya. We’re going to start a guestbook-related tradition now. Sign my guestbook, and you get not only a mention in the Weblog but also get youself googled. Let’s catch up right now: