So I get this email the other day out of the blue from some fool I don’t…
Tom Long
I have to say, I am kinda disappointed. This was only the third largest single snowstorm in Chicago’s history. It’s hard to justify the hype.
Yes, on to Chicaco.
The line to get into India House was out the door for the Friday lunch crowd, so we decided to come back Saturday. We had to; it was the last day our Groupon was valid.
Holiday cheers to all y’all. (the opener)
And don’t you look beautiful today. (the come-on)
My band playing Tuesday, Dec. 28 at Subterranean (http://www.subt.net) with Young Jesus. (the sell)
I woke this morning to the first snowfall of the season. Big deal. It snows in Chicago.
Here’s someone who did make something big about it. PRFer Rodabod filmed his mum’s reaction to what he built in the front yard after London’s snow storm.
To be warned, I consider this PG-13.
So let me get this straight. The Tea Party helped bring the GOP back to power by capitalizing on an electorate that was frustrated with the Democrats over their inability to reduce unemployment. Now this same GOP refuses to extend unemployment benefits to those very people who helped put them into a position of power.
I hate winter. After the holidays, it is just four or five months of misery. A lot of people up north look forward to fall and the cooler weather it brings after enduring the heat and humidity of summer. To me, it means the end of riding season.
Timing is everything, which is why former president George W. Bush waited until after the election to release his memoir Decision Points and make the usual appointed rounds along the book tour.
Hey Tom, what did you do with that box?
Um. . . what box?
The box you stood on to kiss the elephant’s ass.
This is a conversation I had with Dave’s dad many times as a kid, no matter how I tried to avoid it.
The music industry has been dying. So what? People will still make music. And what we’ve been spoon-fed by commercial radio and the celebrity hype machine won’t be missed.
There is an inverted relationship between the number of units a band sells and how much I enjoy them. It is more the rule than the exception. I don’t say this as an elitist music snob, but as someone who truly loves seeing a band up close instead of a Jumbotron.
I watch a lot of TV. A lot of TV. Especially during baseball season. When the season…