Hi, How Are We?


Coherent posts, eventually.
First: pay off the sleep deficit.

Books that I am reading:
Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72 by Hunter S. Thompson
Paris 1919 by Margaret MacMillan

Books I have been meaning to read:
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
History of the French Revolution by Thomas Carlyle (yeah, right)

I saw Wilco last night at the [Insert Corporate Bank Sponsor] Pavilion in Boston. It was pretty good. I saw them last summer at Metropolis in Montreal from about 20 feet away, and my seats in L36 section 6 didn't quite size up to that occasion, but they played a badass show which only vaguely resembled anything from their mediocre and disappointing new album. The new songs took on a fresh and more vibrant life live, with $$ Nels Cline performance on everything, except for when his guitar wasn't turned up in the PA on part of one song (slops).

Also, for the two encores, a couple of gentlemen moved in front of me and decided to hold a jovial conversation whilst not applauding songs for the remainder of the performance. I would like to address that annoyance in list form:
1. Shut the fuck up.
2. [Insert Corporate Bank Sponsor] Pavilion you need to turn your PA up for those of us in L36 section 6.
3. What the fuck, guys. One or more of you paid money to be there, and you chose it as the time to converse? Do you think what you have to say could possibly be more worthwhile than the sounds made by 6 professionals who incited hundreds of people to congregate in the same place at the same time? Maybe you should get a talk radio show, because those guys are dicks, too.
4. It was obvious the one guy was a dick when the only song he acknowledged in any way was from A.M., Wilco's first and least original work. I don't care how pretentious I may be; at least I don't chat it the fuck up during shows.
5. Shut the fuck up, go fuck yourselves, and get the fuck out of the [Insert Corporate Bank Sponsor] Pavilion if you don't want to be there.


I checked out Iowa, here is what it looks like.

Also, I turn 21 on Monday, which I'm told, is the legal drinking age.