Today would have been my dad's 56th birthday.
Every year on this day, my sister and I make a point on eating brunch and making a trip up scenic highway 95 to visit Paw's grave. This year we took maw with us and my little nephew, Henry. It was a beautiful fall day and Henry had fun running around the woods next to the cemetery. After lunch we treated ourselves at the same DQ that dad used to take us to after fishing on South Center Lake. I had a hot fudge malt for 'em (the bananas were my addition, though).
It was a nice day to celebrate the time we had with my paw.
When I got home and checked my email, I received the horrible news that my friend's dad passed away last Thursday. This friend of mine is the same age as me so I can understand what he's going through now and what he'll be going through for the next few years. It sucks. It's unfair.
The most aggravating aspect of losing a parent so early is all the great stuff they'll miss seeing: weddings, houses, kids, plumbing projects. I like to send a mental postcard to my dad at the end of each week that pictures all the accomplishments, news, and happenings on which he's missing out. The only thing written on the back, though, would be: Wish You Were Here.
10.29.2006
A date with my ex
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the day I was watching Tom Hanks on SNL (The 5-Timers Club was the opening sketch). Midway through the episode, Mr. Hanks introduced some tall, shy, lanky lady with long curly hair and a huge mouth as the musical guest. This was the first time I saw Edie Brickell. More importantly, this was the first time I heard Edie Brickell.
At that time I was a metal head with a mullet to prove it. Folk-Rock had no place in my personal discography. Somehow with that SNL performance Edie fired a direct hit to my heart. I ran out to buy Ghost of A Dog and Shooting Rubber Bands at the Stars the next afternoon. I made room in my CD collection between Black Sabbath and Carcass for Ms. Brickell. Edie was my new high school sweetheart.
(On a side note, part of the whole intoxicating nervous energy that she displayed on that night was caused by the backstage presence of Paul Simon (another member of SNL's 5-timers Club) who also hit it off with Miss Brickell. Ya da ya da ya da... they are married and have 3 kids blah blah blah.)
Throughout high school and college (the first time) Edie's songs would cause an instant smile on my face. The way the sweet softness of her voice and her lovey-dovey-la-la-la lyrics contrasted with my daily intake of Deicide and Descendents served as a sort of balancing force, I suppose. For whatever the reason, Edie Brickell was solidly my #1 favorite female recording artist.
Fast forward to 2006 and Edie is back with all the original New Bohemians. My sister and I made a date with my old high school sweetie, Edie, at the Fine Line in Minneapolis. This would be the first time I'd see her in person. When she took the stage a mere six feet in front of us, I pointed toward the stage, turned to my sister with a goofy smile and said, "It's Edie!" My sister gave me an understanding smile back to me, humoring me in my schoolboy crush moment.
Then Edie started to sing. Let me tell you. Her voice is still so perfect, so soft and pretty, so... never mind. I'm getting pathetic. Edie live sounds 100% just as good as Edie on the CD. Ahhh...
I spent the rest of the night in awe. I watched with a smile as Edie sang each verse while redirecting my attention to guitarist Kenny Withrow during all his leads. The Bohemians were outstanding.
It was a great first date with my ex.
Oh yeah, it was also nice to be one of the YOUNGER people in the crowd for a change!
At that time I was a metal head with a mullet to prove it. Folk-Rock had no place in my personal discography. Somehow with that SNL performance Edie fired a direct hit to my heart. I ran out to buy Ghost of A Dog and Shooting Rubber Bands at the Stars the next afternoon. I made room in my CD collection between Black Sabbath and Carcass for Ms. Brickell. Edie was my new high school sweetheart.
(On a side note, part of the whole intoxicating nervous energy that she displayed on that night was caused by the backstage presence of Paul Simon (another member of SNL's 5-timers Club) who also hit it off with Miss Brickell. Ya da ya da ya da... they are married and have 3 kids blah blah blah.)
Throughout high school and college (the first time) Edie's songs would cause an instant smile on my face. The way the sweet softness of her voice and her lovey-dovey-la-la-la lyrics contrasted with my daily intake of Deicide and Descendents served as a sort of balancing force, I suppose. For whatever the reason, Edie Brickell was solidly my #1 favorite female recording artist.
Fast forward to 2006 and Edie is back with all the original New Bohemians. My sister and I made a date with my old high school sweetie, Edie, at the Fine Line in Minneapolis. This would be the first time I'd see her in person. When she took the stage a mere six feet in front of us, I pointed toward the stage, turned to my sister with a goofy smile and said, "It's Edie!" My sister gave me an understanding smile back to me, humoring me in my schoolboy crush moment.
Then Edie started to sing. Let me tell you. Her voice is still so perfect, so soft and pretty, so... never mind. I'm getting pathetic. Edie live sounds 100% just as good as Edie on the CD. Ahhh...
I spent the rest of the night in awe. I watched with a smile as Edie sang each verse while redirecting my attention to guitarist Kenny Withrow during all his leads. The Bohemians were outstanding.
It was a great first date with my ex.
Oh yeah, it was also nice to be one of the YOUNGER people in the crowd for a change!
10.07.2006
AWWWWWWwwwwwwwww..... crap.
Oh well. It's hard to be too mad/sad at the Twins. They're all youngsters and they are sitting 
pretty for the next few years. Joey Joe Joe and Justin still have some growing to do; this is scary considering one has the batting crown and the other is a legit MVP candidate. Boof has proven himself to be a hard-nosed pitcher while Santana will still be an ace. If Liriano can get that arm in shape, LOOKOUT! Let's just call this year a preview of what's to come and some good experience for the youngsters. This one-and-done hurts a lot less than my Wolfies' multiple one-and-dones because the Twins' future is so bright.
Now it's time to start rooting for my Yanks. Go Derek Jeter!
pretty for the next few years. Joey Joe Joe and Justin still have some growing to do; this is scary considering one has the batting crown and the other is a legit MVP candidate. Boof has proven himself to be a hard-nosed pitcher while Santana will still be an ace. If Liriano can get that arm in shape, LOOKOUT! Let's just call this year a preview of what's to come and some good experience for the youngsters. This one-and-done hurts a lot less than my Wolfies' multiple one-and-dones because the Twins' future is so bright.Now it's time to start rooting for my Yanks. Go Derek Jeter!
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