My Recent Writing Roller Coaster

I’m working harder than ever to shed work responsibilities as I try to retire, so I can write more. Why? I’m not so sure anymore after getting emails like these.

Can we really trust a contest that calls the 2nd quarter of the year the 3rd quarter? Anyway, I was hopeful of seeing my name among the over 300 listed on the winner’s blog as finalists, honorable mentions, and suspected internet scammers. Nope, unless I forgot that I used my pen name of Seymour Butts.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, this happened.

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How To Lose Credibility With Me

I had one very interesting day last week. I braved the alleged most dangerous city in the USA per Fox News, Trump, MAGA, and assorted other clowns to attend a trade show in Chicago. Yes, the same Chicago that recently hosted Lollapalooza with 110,000 people per day packed into Grant Park with ZERO casualties over the 4 festival days. No shootings. No overdoses. No heat-related deaths, and it was hot. The crowd for Chappell Roan was massive.

I wouldn’t be caught dead in a crowd like that, but nobody else was either, because Chicago is safe and a great place to visit or live. I felt safe visiting the trade show as well as a store named Woolly Mammoth where I attempted to sell my human skull.

No, not my own personal skull which I’m still using at times, but a skull I inherited from a former boss when he passed away. I liked it for a while, but then it started making me sad thinking about its original owner. The proprietor of Woolly Mammoth and I talked human skulls for a while, but we were unable to agree on a price. He wasn’t the one that lost credibility with me. He was quite credible and obviously knew his skulls. It was the guy who took my blood at the stop I made just before Woolly Mammoth.

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A Concert Edition of … Am I a Bad Guy?

I attended my first concert in a kayak last week.

I swear the fluid pooling in the kayak is from the river and not the inevitable result of a long concert. I was part of a floatilla of freeloaders who watched John Fogerty play his hits from his Creedence Clearwater Revival days and his solo career, like this one.

It was a beautiful night to see a concert for free and save 60 bucks, but it led me to consider this ethical conundrum.

When I saw Fogerty was coming to the area to play a venue just 20 minutes away, I knew I would be seeing him. I loved CCR as a young lad. This was the first tour by Fogerty in decades after recently regaining control of his CCR songs. He was visibly joyful to play his CCR hits again. So, shouldn’t I have supported his tour and bought a ticket? Instead, I kayaked offshore and stole a seat to the show.

Am I a bad guy?

A Concert NSFO

Horray, I won free tickets to a concert given by a hip band playing Lollapalooza.

And that’s the end of the good news. This concert is definitely NSFO. What’s that?

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Concerted Efforts

My summer concert season started last weekend with a fizzle instead of some sizzle. But it rebounded nicely the very next day as I caught a local group calling themselves Classical Blast for 2/3 of their show on my way to a hospital to see a family member who has since been released. Thanks for the cards and flowers you sent. They combine modern music with classical to create delightful versions of songs. Try to follow this one – lyrics from “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails sung to the tune of Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill” mashed up with Adagio for Strings.


I don’t know about you, but the highlight of the video for me is when backward-hat, flamingo-shirt guy makes his appearance and awkwardly tries to lean on the cannon.

This weekend was supposed to be my Rolling Stones concert, but I called an audible to see these guys.

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I Survived a Night of Concert Impostors

Because of a family issue, I took the easiest of my 3 concert choices from my last post, and went to see Three Dog Night (hereafter known in this post as 3 Dog Night for brevity, although I realize that I wasted a lot of words explaing this) in concert this weekend. I purposely went late, but unfortunately, I still arrived too early and had to sit through Asia featuring John Payne. You remember Asia, right? They were a supergroup featuring members of Yes, ELP, and King Crimson that hit it big with “Heat of the Moment” and a couple other tunes. Well, that’s not the Asia I saw. When original members started to leave Asia, John Payne came aboard. Eventually, the final original Asia member left to … reform the original Asia with all the founding members, but they gave John Payne the right to continue on with his band as Asia featuring John Payne. And so, the original Asia continues to perform, although they are down to one original member, as well as Asia featuring John Payne. Kudos to you if you can follow that. And by the way, Asia featuring John Payne is bad.

But 3 Dog Night had to be better with a setlist like this from a recent show:

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I’m Done With New Music

I’ve decided to stop chasing new music. I’m old. I can’t keep up with all the new music available. Even my oldest daughter has given up. She remembers (barely) living in a time before streaming music. We were dependent on the radio to expose us to new music from new musical artists. Okay, maybe the local record store might have been playing something new and interesting, but you’d have to talk to the dude behind the counter with the long, greasy hair pulled into a ponytail to find out what it is, and nobody wanted to do that.

My search for new music goes back to the early days of FM radio playing rock music. In Chicago, we were blessed to have an evening progressive rock radio show (although every kind of music was played) called Triad. I would sit next to the console stereo in the living room to listen while my mother frowned. I quickly purchased a receiver and speakers for my private listening studio (my bedroom). Click this link for some Triad history. I saved some of their Triad magazines, but I seem to recall recycling them at some point in my past. My loss.

It was Triad’s loss when WXRT burst onto the Chicago radio scene playing progressive rock, folk, blues, jazz, and even classical. WXRT killed Triad, and over the decades have become a very good corporate radio station, albeit with a narrower playlist these days. They do try to play new music, especially Chicago-based artists, but there’s just no way they can play all the new music around these days and still keep a listening base.

Don’t have access to a recording studio? No worries. Record your new music on your phone in your basement or spare room. Fun fact: Boston’s killer debut album was recorded in a basement, but one that had a makeshift studio. There’s just so much new music now that I am officially giving up trying to follow new artists. For example, take a look at the 2024 Lollapalooza line-up.

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A Cure for a Symptom of the Cure

Mental health is no laughing matter, same as this blog most of the time. I had no idea that mental health medications caused uncontrollable movements called tardive dyskinesia. I know, easy for me to say. I was fascinated watching the following commercial that offered a medication to control the symptoms of tardive dyskinesia caused by the mental health meds. Why did I find it so fascinating? Well, this medication clearly causes yet another problem as shown in this commercial that nobody is talking about.

Oh, sure, this new med can cause the usual depression, suicidal thoughts, irregular heartbeat, and … abnormal movements? Isn’t that what it is supposed to cure?

But for me, the biggest problem is that apparently you have to walk around everywhere with a mustard yellow cup in your hand all the time. Will there then be another medication that allows you to put the cup down? A cure for a symptom of the cure for a symptom of a cure for the illness? Late on a Friday night, there’s only one Cure I care about.

A Musical Tribute to RFK, Jr.

Yeah, the whole “a parasitic worm ate part of my brain” story was pretty weird coming from Presidential candidate Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. So, let’s celebrate it with music. The internet told me that RFK, Jr. received an honorary doctorate degree from a college in Florida, which means we can call him …

Sadly, the internet was wrong!

Internet wrong? That usually never happens. But in 1999, Florida Southern College gave RFK, Jr. a citation, not an honorary degree.

A citation for what? Jaywalking? Still, that’s good enough for me to call him Dr. Worm. It’s kind of ironic though. He has railed against the COVID vaccine and most other vaccines. Anyone up for polio? So, what’s the alternative for the COVID vaccines? Here’s what RFK Jr. has suggested.

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A Prime Post

I’m doing some repairs and painting an old decrepit shed in the back of our property. I anticipate the neighborhood newsletter will feature this headline.

Old Decrepit Man Paints Old Decrepit Shed

Anyway, I needed some help choosing a primer, so took this brochure from the local home improvement store.

I think they missed a great opportunity when designing that piece.

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My Eclipse Day is Looking Up Musically

Today is the day of the big solar eclipse crossing the USA close to me in Chicagoland.

I started to prepare for the eclipse today, but I wondered if I should even bother for a couple reasons. First …

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Swing and a Miss

Well, the swinger’s party I was sure I was attending yesterday turned out to be nothing more than a birthday party. With kids! What happened to adults only on the invite? Regardless, I had another opportunity last night for some other adults only fun. I was headed to a concert last night as part of a reciprocal concert attendance agreement that a friend and I hammered out with the help of our attorneys and a board of arbiters.

The way it works is that my friend treats me to a concert that his wife does not want to attend, and then I will treat him to a concert that my wife will not attend. Both our wives are younger than us, so their musical tastes skew more recent.

That may just sound like going to a concert with a friend, but there is a subtle and important difference. The concert chooser pays for both tickets. That way, the concert guest can’t bitch about the price of the ticket to a concert that may not have been their first choice. It’s a good system.

Anyway, this concert promised an adults only time.

That’s right, Don McLean, the American Pie guy, was scheduled to give an adults only show. What did that mean? Lots of profanity? Gratuitous nudity? I saw an elderly Fee Waybill of The Tubes with his shirt off and pants down when they came to town at the end of 2023, and I didn’t want to see a similar show. Instead, we got Don McLean looking like the ghost of Roy Orbison who had eaten a few too many American pies.

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Musical Asian Dogs

About this time of the year, I’m getting emails about all sorts of summer concert announcements. This one caught my eye.

Not so much for Three Dog Night, but the supergroup Asia sounds interesting. But who is this John Payne? He wasn’t in Asia, was he? And with that question, I found myself down a rabbit hole chasing musical dogs in Asia (featuring John Payne). Come join me.

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New Music for Old Rockers – Climate Change Edition

Today is a perfect day to roll out this new song by The Decemberists. It won’t be good for long as temperatures will plunge tonight by 50 degrees F from a high today of 72F/22C to 22F/-5.5C by tomorrow morning. But for the moment, as I type, my windows are open, and I just listened to this song that makes me recall the Beach Boys on a summer day.

What a pleasant new song release in February by The Decemberists that makes me think of June, while it feels like summer on this winter day. Ugh, I’m climately confused. Anyway, I especially like the addition of the jazzy trumpet coming in at the 2:40 mark.

In addition, this song has some importance to me politically and personally. No, I don’t wish Trump would find his way down into some burial ground, and yes, I lie sometimes. No, I am not thinking of my own death more often these days, and yes again, I lie sometimes. Read on because I’m dying to tell you more.

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Mall Recall

Yesterday I stepped back in time to the 80s and 90s, when giant indoor shopping malls were destinations that were for more than just shopping. We went there to meet friends, eat at the food court, see movies, entertain ourselves and our kids. Our local indoor mall closed over 6 years ago, so I took my 15-year-old daughter and her friend to the Yorktown Mall about 40 minutes from our house. Sure, some consider me a hero for doing that, like my wife who texted me this …

Well, I can’t argue with the first part of the text. As for the second part, I do need soap. I found these interesting scents in a mall store …

I don’t remember mall soap like that in the 80s and 90s. I was trying to decide which soap fit me best when my eyes wandered over to an old concert poster reproduction which stopped me in my tracks. I had to find a store manager to discuss this atrocity …

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Forgotten One-Hit Wonders – Praying for Prey

Last weekend, I was reminded of a forgotten pop gem from the mid-80s by an artist critical to the music scene in that decade. This song by Don Dixon may not be remembered by most, but his contributions as co-producer of REM’s first 2 albums can’t be forgotten. Those initial REM albums greatly influenced 80’s music.

This song by Dixon released as part of an album full of demos didn’t shape anything, but it sure is a fun tune.

My favorite lyrics from the song:

“She bit off his head so he would not feel the pain
She wanted his body so much she ate his brain”

Oh, to be desired that much. Despite my brain being pretty much gone at this point in my life, it was not because of anyone ever wanting my body.

Thanks to 93.1 WXRT for reminding me of this fun, clever song.

Baking is Hard

As is typical of a teenager, my 15 year old daughter left a mess and headed to bed after she finished baking just enough chocolate chip cookies that she needed to take to school. I think she learned how to bake from watching The Muppets.

As I looked for a starting point to clean up, I saw she left batter. Well, baking cookies can’t be all that difficult, right? I may as well give it a go. This was representative of the result.

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Forgotten One-Hit Wonders – Dyslexia Edition

On today’s @93XRT’s Saturday Morning Flashback show, I was whisked back to 1992 for an absolute gem of a one-hit wonder from Paul Westerberg of The Replacements. Not that The Replacements were one-hit wonders. Great band that actually broke up on stage in Chicago.in 1991 while performing. Anyway, Paul Westerberg has had a successful solo career post-Replacements. But this song … THIS SONG … is pure pop magic and really Westerberg’s only legitimate solo hit. Enjoy the listen and memories, and then I have a very important question to ask about the song.

Really a fun tune, but I think he got the title just a little bit wrong. Shouldn’t this song be titled, “Dyslexic Haert?” And is there a cure?

Guess Who?

I sent congratulations via Twitter to a favorite rock star from my childhood. I was a bit surprised when I saw this.

If I told my kids about it, I imagine it would go something like this …

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Back to the Beach … sort of

Are you ready for a meandering post with lots of links that will eventually take you all the way to Chicago for a nice surprise? Well, read on then.

When I got in my car yesterday, I was pleased to see sand on the passenger seat. That may not make sense to most folks, but I live for being in and around water. People look at me funny when I tell them that I feel more comfortable being in water than on land. Of course, they normally look at me funny even when I don’t say anything. Science teaches us that our evolutionary ancestors crawled from the oceans. Well, I would like to crawl back.

Anyway, that sand came from a Boxing Day (Dec 26th) kayak excursion. I carry my kayak in my vehicle, so the sand must have come off the bottom of the craft. It was a grey, chilly, wet day, and I loved every moment on the water. Seeing the sand made me smile as I recalled my first kayak of the winter season. Maybe another one later today?

After swimming outdoors in my illegal swimming hole all the way into early October, my plan was to start legally swimming indoors in November. Well, COVID had other plans for me, but I finally made it back to the pool in December. It felt odd after 2+ months off, and I looked a bit ungainly in the water. How do I know I looked ungainly? Well, the lifeguards that were training at the other side of the pool kept coming over to “rescue” me every time I swam a lap. Despite that, I surprised myself and made 0.40 miles. Not bad for my first indoor winter swim.

Now Chicago offers me a unique way to enjoy the water outdoors all winter long.

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