Thursday, October 02, 2003

She Fell in Love with the Drummer

Currently trying to get psyched up for tonight's Grumpy Alice show… it should be a weird one. Given Bob's rather grim injuries, we're splitting drumming duties between Grant, Bob (on a couple of songs with parts so easy that they allow one-handed drumming), and me.

I started out playing drums back in high school, but pretty much gave it up after deciding that the equipment was too expensive (I needed new drum heads and couldn't afford them; I concluded that the smart thing to do would be to annihilate my drumset onstage at some cheesy Legion Hall thing we were doing. Fortunately, I've moved away from this when I need new guitar strings, even when I can't afford them). I was never all that good, but I'd forgotten how much pure fun it could be to play drums.

So I've spent most of the week listening to a lot more White Stripes than I would normally, trying to pick up as many clues as I can on how to do a lot on song dynamics with minimal drumming ability.

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Attack of the Balloon Heads

I'm not feeling to well, home sick from work with a bunch of congestion and aches and all of that fun. But it's recently come to my attention that people are actually reading this, and I haven't been too good about the updates lately, so I figured I'd damn well better get something up.

So here we go.

1. Just finished reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. And it was a pretty excellent book. Very funny, and the author does a pretty good job of riding a gimmicky narrator (the entire book is told from the point of view of an autistic, mathematically gifted child trying to discover who killed his neighbor's dog) all the way through without seeming forced at any point.

The most obvious comparison is to Rain Man , of course, and like that movie this book occasionally seems to veer into autism-as-curious-superpower. Which is weird.

2. And, then, being home sick, I've got lots of time to read. So this morning I started Love Me, the new Garrison Keillor opus, and so far it's good for a few laughs. It's interesting that it only takes 19 pages before Keillor takes a shot at the Right Honorable Senator Norm Coleman (a pretty dead-on shot, too... the Keillor-Coleman feud is much more satisfying to watch than the Keillor-Jesse Ventura mess was).

I have a pretty severe love-hate relationship with Keillor. His cornball we're-a-bunch-of-prairie-dorks schtick on the radio tends to make all of us in Minnesota look bad, and he verges into being overly precious quite often. On the other hand, some of his stuff is blisteringly funny, and his old advice column for Salon was eminently readable. And when he gets fired up about a real-world issue (see the above feud with Norm Coleman), he can actually be roused to do some good work.

But jesus christ, the Lake Wobegon stuff gets old.


OK, enough, enough. Balloon Head is setting in again, it's time to go cover myself up with a blanket and let the cats sit on me for a couple of hours.