men’s underwear led to
a restructuring of the
A 10 to 12 mile an hour
wind created a life-changing
event for 10 men on
the other side of the
A backup on the Borman
caused a delivery driver
to leave an extra case
of Twinkies at
A blown call in a
Little League game had
an adverse effect on the
value of a bond trade.
Oh Sally. Oh Sue. You take
the tall one. I’ll take moo.
A slight shift in the angle
of the moon could lead to
millions of men and women
thinking they're changing.
Wouldn’t that be sumpin?
It’s not like I just sit down and start typing meaningful stuff to the three or four of you. I am not always naturally motivated to do so. Sometimes, I have to manufacture motivation like it’s stomach acid. Gotta have it to break things down into manageable units.
Today, I did the Wednesday morning show a long time ago. I stalked around on Indianapolis Boulevard for the first half hour. That was fun. It was cooler than it has been. A lot of people drove down the Boulevard and beeped.
I don’t usually do this, but this evening I watched a little bit of my show on Facebook Live. I was hiding the phone under the covers as if I was watching porn or something. There’s something unnatural about talking on the radio for 2.5 hours, coming home and writing a blog about your life… and then watching yourself on your phone under the covers.
It might actually be preferable for my wife to catch me watching an episode of “Mature Lesbians.”
But I did watch myself for no other reason than I couldn’t find anything else on my phone to watch. There I am. I didn’t realize how smooshed my face looks. No wonder Chris Klyczek used to call me “grapeface” when we were younger. He died suddenly at the age of 27. I was pretty close with him growing up. We made a lot of poor choices together. When we reached our mid-to-late 20s, I chose to insulate myself from all that we had done. Most of this has to do with meeting Alexis on a dance floor in Highland.
If that hadn’t happened, it is possible that Chris would be alive and I would be dead. Or we’d both be dead. Yikes. That’s a bit sobering.
Anyways, back to storming around the Boulevard at sunrise. I noticed:
1. that I got a grapeface
2. sometimes, only half my face is lighted.
3. I walk around way too much.
It used to be bug me to high heaven when Jay Leno would sway during his monologue. He wouldn’t leave his mark and circle around and throw his hands up in the hair. But he had a tendency to sway. The camera moved with him. That was even more annoying.
Now, I move around a hundred times more than Jay Leno ever did. To tell the three or four of you the truth, I sometimes forget that I am no longer just on radio. There is video of me, too. If it was just radio, I could pick my nose and stomp around. I could sway back and forth in my chair, and if I donned a lavollier microphone, I could walk around and do whatever I want, even go to the urinal.
But now there’s this uninvited guest into the connection between me and whoever’s out there listening. It’s a bunch of cameras. I can’t tell if I’m selling out by allowing the cameras to catch me stomping around. Or am I just staying with the times, just surviving.
You tell me. In other stuff, I went to Movie Night with the Grateful Dead at Showplace Theater. I met Lane Paradis, who does the This is Dead Air podcast with me. There was supposed to be some kind of Deadhead gathering in the parking lot beforehand. But when I showed up 45 minutes before the show/movie, it was just me and Lane.
“We are the Last Mohicans, Lane,” I said.
“It may be,” Lane said. We both shook our heads trying to understand why more people don’t come to experience the beauty that the Grateful Dead had to offer.
It was actually welcoming when we went in the theater and took our seats. At first, there was only about a half dozen people in the theater, just like last August 1st. Then a bunch of Deadheads Lane knew showed up. We all sat in a clump in the middle of the theater talking about different Dead shows and albums. When the show started, everyone sat down and listened to the music – except for these two women right behind me who talked through the whole show.
I kept thinking – “when does it come to your mind that you’re gonna go meet your girlfriend for an old Grateful Dead show, and that you’re gonna talk the whole concert?”
Outside of being generally annoyed, I’m curious. The best I could come up with is that they are both aging Deadheads. They have responsibilities in their homes and at their jobs. The concert was a chance to reconnect with the girlfriend through music AND talk. I build these types of plausible explanations for curious behavior in my head all the time. Sometimes I need them to get through the daily dose of bizarre behavior by our president.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am grateful that we have a president who is entertaining. It makes my job more interesting. But tonight, he said a bunch of stuff that borders on obstruction of justice, whatever that is.
Trump said that Attorney General Jeff Sessions “should” stop the Mueller investigation. It sounds like he would like Sessions to un-recuse himself from overseeing this investigation. That way he could step in and end once and for all inquiries into if the Trump family made a deal with the Russians. It’s kind of far-fetched, I know. And it’s also possible that Trump-hating people are going way beyond the call of duty to find something to use to get Donald Trump out of office.
It’s all so crazy. Trump seems to thrive on crazy, but with the Paul Manafort trial going on, maybe it’s just too much for one man to take. I can’t imagine how Donald Trump stands the pressure. Really, whether you like him or not, Donald Trump is under a lot of pressure. Perhaps we tend to think of him, no matter what side you’re on, as some sort of super-human will who never tires and never backs down. He’s only human, people. For some reason, I get the feeling that we’re going to all understand this sooner rather than later.
That should do it for tonight. I actually went out two nights in a row in the middle of the week. On Tuesday, Alexis and I attended a fundraiser for the Food Bank of NWI. And then we went out with a few people afterwards. Tonight, I met a bunch of Deadheads to do what Deadheads do. I’m tired as shit. But I couldn’t go to sleep until I said something to the three or four of you. Good night.