Even though I probably should be headed for bed, seeing as that I can barely drag myself out of it when it's time to wake up in the morning, I've been meaning to post about all the lovely things that have been going on these days. First, the Ted Leo and the Rx show from 2 weekends ago. Granted, it made me feel old to see that the only people profiled as having gone to the show (in the City Paper?) were no older than 17, but oh well. It was a great show. I stood in the front row. The scoop I've got is that the show was filmed for a possible future dvd, but you should check the comment board at Timorous Me if you're truly concerned about that sort of thing. I took some cool pictures, but Blogger is pissy about uploading them. Oh well.Just prior, Patti Smith and her band celebrated 30 years of Horses. This outing was to celebrate my sister's birthday. We all love Patti Smith, you (the reader) included. I got in trouble for taking pictures of this event, but there's little they do to you at BAM other than sternly scold you. Special guests for the evening included Tom Verlaine and Flea. Yup. Flea. Flea is amazing. Even if you don't enjoy the Red Hot Chili Peppers (and actually, I do) you can appreciate the fact that Flea is a talented and very energetic musician. That, and Patti Smith is 59 years old and rocks the socks off musicians a third of her age. She's great. She's from New Jersey, and if the New York Times has anything to say about it, she's damn proud of it. Okay, apparently the New York Times doesn't archive their "New Jersey" section, but there was an article about her in it this past weekend. I'm a big fan of the New Jersey section because it's like reading the Star Ledger, but with bigger vocabulary words. This show was well worth the pricey entrance fee, if only to hear the most fantastic version of "Rock and Roll Nigger." I love that song.
It's 11:11 - I should be wishing.
I'm supposed to be reading The Power Broker about New York City's favorite urban restructurist, Robert Moses. This is a really big book, the biggest book I've tackled in quite some time. I'm lucky to make it through the paper on a daily basis. So this is a big step for me. The book is off the shelf and next to my bed. Wish me luck.In other news, I spent the past weekend with Matt in Philadelphia for the first time in over a month. We went to see X. They were pretty awesome. It would seem that I've been on a kick of reunited bands/bands with older members/bands that had their day waaaaaaay before my time and well, you're right. I can't help it. X is better than whatever the kids are talking about these days. Arctic Monkeys, still? Love Is All? The Decemberists signing to Capitol Records so that Colin can properly take care of his baby? I can't keep up.Also, was anyone other than me a little disturbed by the Inquirer's cover Sunday news story? That teens have a secret "web network" - aka things like MySpace where they can post provocative pictures! brag about drinking! look for sex! and drugs! Seriously? Is there nothing more important to write about? No wars? No dead comedians? Not even something salacious about Britney dumping KFed? Really disappointing. I'd rather be throwing a zillion snowballs at Hurricane Schwartz.And, for your listening pleasure, check out John Vanderslice's website where he's giving away a recent concert of his for free. I heart the 'Slice. I don't know if he knows that. He's the only rock star to have given me a hug all year, and that's not something I forget too easily. Keep an eye out for my end of the year list. I'm working on it. Best concerts of the year. That, and the best albums of the year that you're not hearing list. Because frankly, you'd be bored if I told you how much I enjoy listening to Sufjan Stevens. It's been done.