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Saturday, November 21, 2009
As they pulled him out of the oxygen tent
There is nothing like playing with your organ to brighten the day.
At the end of every jam with Chris, we always do a drum duet.
And here is the extended version of the first one, with some absolutely stunning organ work.
Believe me, we were laughing a lot and having us a real good time.
If you're having trouble with the high school head He's giving you the blues
I am back in the Beaver Dam.
Hanging with the Dad and the Mom.
They are the coolest. Everybody who knows them, knows it.
I have a lot of people I need to see, when I come home.
We walked into the grocery store and this guy ran up to me and said, "JOE!!!"
I used to coach him in mock trial when he was in high school.
Then, the next day, I took a walk with my dad.
We were walking down Center Street. A kid in a gold camry drove by, did a U-turn, parked and jumped out of his car, "JOE!!!"
(It was John Michael, Tony's son.)
My dad said, "You're still a bit of a celebrity around here."
Later, I borrowed his car and went out to lunch with Steve Vessey.
I visited some other friends whom I haven't seen in a while, came home, got on my dad's computer, fired up iTunes and went to his top 25 most played playlist.
The first song, most played was Dirty Deeds by AC/DC.
I was in Philly last weekend, visiting the city of brotherly love, seeing Pearl Jam, and visiting Stanette's brother, Stephan, and his wife, Sarah.
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
I want you to want me.
I guess I'll end up alone just like before.
Well, I guess you people are expecting a blog post.
We phlew to Philly.
We were delayed in Bozeman because there was 10 inches of snow. The runways were all icy. We eventually got there, though.
Philly is a cool town.
(^^Masonic Temple. I wanted to take a tour, but they were closed that day. Probably working on a new secret handsake.)
Pearl Jam closed the Spectrum. They played the four final shows there over the weekend. That didn't suck at all. No, siree.
I want to do a big emergency brake powerslide in a vintage muscle car.
The dollar bill is trying to tell me something. (Bad attempt to make fun of that crappy Nicholaus Cage movie "National Treasure." That building behind me is the Masonic Temple again... It's doorway is the next picture.)
I sure did like Philly. We went to City Hall, and the Art Museum. I neglected to take the requisite Rocky photo at the top of the steps. There was a killer Gorky exhibit. They also had a great Dali, and an entire Marcel Duchamp exhibit that was incredible. Also, Rodin's "The Thinker" was inside the museum for cleaning, instead of across town at the Rodin museum, so we got to see that up close.
Stanette's brother and sister-in-law are great fun. We did a lot of laughing.
(^City Hall.)
Oh yes...
Phil-A-Delphi-A FREEDOM!
Thanks for reading.
Everything has changed.
WTF?
I failed to eat a cheesesteak in Philly.
All you mindful, skinny vegans can go ahead and SUCK IT!!
You can't really trust anybody who subsists on nuts and soy milk.
Before you know it, you're composting and abducting babies from the Dominican Republic and selling them on the black market to Madonna in the K-Mart parking lot.
Absolutely nothing's changed.
I am living the dream.
I met Matt Cameron on the street in Philly.
He played drums for Soundgarden.
He has played the skins for Pearl Jam since around '98...
Yay!
Check out the theremin...
On Halloween, in Philly, Pearl Jam put on Devo costimes and played "Whip It."
I bought a tambourine this weekend, that I attached to the hi-hat, and I played that, too.
The sound up there is out of sight.
It's a pretty unique space.
I bet that not too many of you know somebody (besides me) who has a total mad-scientist music room with an organ, a tambourine and a theremin. And if you do?
Well, here's to you.
And send me your friend's phone number. Hook a brother up.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself and raise a glass to the world, for giving me such an awesome life up here in the mountains, a loving family, friends that I will take to the grave, and a beautiful, funny, talented, special, smoking hot chick, whom, in a few short weeks, I will be proud to make my wife.