7/1/03
My ears are still ringing but the hum and whir of the dehumidifier down here makes it less noticeable.
Last night the Foo Fighters made quick work of the hammer, anvil and stirrup configuration in my ears. It's now more like the needle, rice paper and shapeless marshmallow configuration in there.
WHAT?
I'm sorry. I thought you said something.
WHA?
Yesterday Tom and I took the afternoon off and went to Summerfest. I haven't listened to my Michelle Shocked album since the 80's and yet there she was, right in front of us playing her heart out. She's a very talented woman, you know. I also caught glimpses of the Moody Blues, Joe Cocker and loads of musicians from throughout the country.
Here's the part that worries me: I really didn't enjoy the concert as much I think I should have. I was too concerned with how much money I was spending, how loud everything was, how crappy the sound was, where we were parked, how rowdy the crowd was.
I'm sure most of these attitudinal changes are a byproduct of getting old. I believe another byproduct is gas. I farted throughout the entire show. It must have been the jambalaya, gyro and all that beer. Thankfully the band was so incredibly loud that I could just cut loose at will and no one around could tell. I'm also convinced that the sonic blasts must have eradicated any stink because I didn't notice anything wafting through the air as I tooted throughout the evening.
Another result of the concert is me looking around my house thinking, "This is not a rock star's house." I'm wondering how I'd redecorate if I were a rock star. I've always wanted a house with a racquetball court. The kind with the big glass back wall. I haven't played racquetball in well over eight years and yet I really want a court. If push came to shove, I'd choose a tennis court over the racquetball court but I'm thinking I'd be successful enough to have both. I don't want a "love den" with apparatus hanging from the ceiling nor do I need an elaborate bar sculpted from an endangered whale carcass. Just a simple, white walled 20 foot (6.10 m) wide by 20 foot high by 40 foot deep cube with a hardwood floor and a Plexiglas back wall will do.
To be honest, I may have to rethink the "love den" thing.
I'm sorry that I haven't sent the mysterious, yet oh so dull, post to those of you that have requested it. If you're reading this, then it's probably already waiting for you in your mailbox.