Yeah, I know the shirt’s a little aggressive, but so am I. I don’t even hate Phish so much as I just appreciated the football fan mentality applied to supposedly peace-loving music. This Thursday would have been Jerry Garcia’s 71st birthday and kicks off the weeklong celebration that ends on the anniversary of his passing. I prefer “Jerry Week” to “The Days Between,” however. But I also preferred “Super Shark” to “Sharknado.” I’ve seen the Stones, Furthur, Phil Lesh & Friends already this summer and will hit the Sunshine Daydream movie I mentioned the last time out on the 1st. I’m finishing out Jerry Week in style with the Black Crowes & Derek Trucks on the 9th. What does any of this mean to you, FAITHFUL READER? That I’m getting all this live music out of my system and am ready for the season. But check out the Ridley Scott-produced Springsteen and I when it comes out DVD if you’re so inclined. Even if you don’t like Bruce, you’ll definitely identify with what it means to be a crazy fan.
I’ve also been busy at work at completing Drunk On Sunday, my first book. Who knows, maybe I can get Stan Humphries to give a quote for the book jacket than says something other than “this guy scares the fuck out of me.” The stories that don’t make it in to the finished manuscript will be left for the sequel. I actually had to break the window of my car to get my keys after the car broke down before the Stones show. I was in Harlem at the time. After getting a rental, we somehow made through traffic for a great show. Here’s a highlight:
Since we last talked, Ryan Mathews was rumored to have been arrested, exonerated and then declared the possibility of him being a “Top Five Back” this season.no comments