Despite missing out on concert nirvana on Saturday, I awoke Sunday morning knowing that I would be at a concert that night, for free, accompanied by my lovely wife and complaining 10 year old daughter. When we dragged our youngest to a Cheap Trick concert, the only part she enjoyed was the raccoon working the trash can.
I knew that traffic would be negligible and parking would be free since the show would be in our local concert hall. I had received the good news on Saturday.
Now what the heck is The Rising? It sounds a bit like a Stephen King movie.
There is a line in Don McLean’s song, American Pie, about “the day the music died.” For me, it should have been “the days the music died” which perfectly described this past weekend for me. My 2018 concert summer experience was just showing signs of life with September concerts by Cheap Trick and Rare Earth. This past Saturday, I had a chance to make 2018 a memorable concert summer.
Chicago is a city chock full o’ of summer music festivals, and Riot Fest came to town this past weekend. No, it is not a celebration of the 1968 Democratic National Convention held in Chicago between riots. It’s an incredible 3-day music festival. I could have seen Weezer headline Friday night, and I thought it would be cool on Sunday to see Debbie Harry bring Blondie to Riot Fest to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the release of their great album Parallel Lines. But I couldn’t believe the line-up of artists I could see on Saturday. I could spend about 7 hours there in music heaven wandering from stage to stage to see favorites. Take a look at this line-up …
Wow, that was quick. In one day, 65 women who knew smarmy SCOTUS nominee Brett Kavanaugh back in high school put together this letter and put their names to it.
Names have been omitted to protect the naive.
I am not sure I could locate 65 women from my high school of over 4000 students who even remember me, or would publicly admit to it.
Am I a bad guy or just wildly unpopular in high school?
Of course, I also have not had a woman accuse me of sexual assault either. I am a math-lover, but in this case I would bend the arithmetic rules and admit that 1 > 65.
Each week I am changing my family league fantasy football team name and logo to tweak my Trump-loving relatives in the league. Last week, this guy’s mug was the logo for my team, the Mueller Marauders.
You can read the details HERE.
This week, I was stymied. I had a team name of the Sanders Raised Eyebrows planned, but there is a character limit on team names. “Mine is too long,” I said for the first time ever.
However, I am happy with my alternate choice for this week.
All summer long I was waiting for it. I would approach with anticipation, inspect it carefully, and walk away dejected. My broccoli was just not broccoling. It was certainly growing into a strong, tall plant. There was simply no edible head of broccoli growing anywhere on the plant.
Finally, now that the 2018 calendar has summer in its rear view mirror, my broccoli has decided to develop an edible head.
Mmmm, looks delicious, except here’s the problem …