It’s been an interesting few days and it stands to get more interesting as the clock to Bonnaroo counts down. Of course before then I will have been to Belmont Park to possibly see history made (thanks Erin!) and an impromptu wedding (congrats Don and Mary!).
But we can’t stare too far forward without reflecting on the past. Like this past Wednesday, when comrade at arms Andy left Heartbeat Digital for the green grass of MLB.com. I didn’t find out until the day before he was set to go, but that was made up for ten times over by the gathering we had for him afterwards at Gatsby’s. It also reminded me that I fell in with a pretty good group of people here.
And then there was Anitbalas. They were absolutely ON Thursday night. Absolutely electric and their new disc is a must own. As infectiously grooving as it is politically charged.
My favorite moment was during the song “Indictment”, where tenor sax player Stuart Bogie came to the forefront and yelled out names like Donald Rumsfeld and Condoleezza Rice, followed by “Indictment!” and some hard horn stabs. The crowd followed suits by going more and more wild with each name on up the ladder. More than enough reason for me to buy a copy of the CD from the merch table. The disc isn’t released widely until June 8th, but being as this is the first half of a two day record launch party there were plenty on hand.
Erin was also along for the ride on this one, and I was glad for the company. Even though I’ve been living in the same town as my cousin for almost a month, we’ve only hung out the first night I crashed in my new place. Schedules were just brutal in May for lots of people I know, myself included.
Now with two evenings of celebrating and experiencing in the books, I had to forgo entertainment tonight to deal with some side business that’s been brewing for over two months now — Everything Stinks. The domain name and initial seed idea belong to my coconspirator Nick. We’re dedicated to doing some gardening in the White House come November by removing one Bush from office, so for the next few months (and maybe more — who knows?) my political venom will more or less flow in that direction. We’re also recruiting writers from a tight-nit pool at the moment, but if you’re willing to contribute I’m willing to listen.
Change is in the air. Can you smell it?
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