Job has been secured. C. Newman on real estate prowl. We may actually have a back yard and car port by Labor Day. I've pledged to put on the Texas twenty, as a matter of civic pride.
Much more to come on this as it processes. Send off function could involve tossing dinner in the urinal at Blue & Gold.
On to business.
Last night, the league of extraordinary gentlemen, that's me and Trey B., hit Radio City for the Decemberists / Robyn Hitchcock show. Robyn I'm not that in to, just never paid him any heed. He was playing with Pete Buck and Scott McCaughey, which was pretty cool.
Portland's third finest, however, another story. First set was some business about chimbleys and swans and maidens and galleons. Went right over my head. But looked well rehearsed and expensive.
Second set was the hits. Sans the architect tune, which I'm particular to. Real showmen, ripped Heart's "Crazy on You" and Peter Buck joined for "Begin the Begin" which is the kind of thing you don't really ever get to see. Smashing. Lots of little forest nymphs and pant suits on stage. Can't see much from these, but you get the idea. Room holds 6K.
Alright, these embeds never quite work, but this is what we're getting all sweaty about here at 88 India. I can't get enough of Chris Lopez's stuff. And these Deerticks are the best fake rednecks we've seen in a while.
Meanwhile, mom was assembling some genius, with tools and things. Evidence of that industry to follow shortly. Beavers coming in hot tonight, party prep underway.
RIP Roy Boe. God bless.
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Happy Birthday to Jane today! xoxo
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