Summer In The City

OK, for those who live under an air conditioned rock, somewhere at the back of a very dark cave, can I just say it is hot out?
It's 8 am. I just got done mowing and weeding the yard. I still have bagging left to do. And that's the front of my shirt in that there picture, ya'll.
I need my own serf. I'd be a kind master. Not too many beatings.

OK-Back to it-Stay hydrated people, it's going to be very nasty...

What's goin' on?

I have to say, I honestly don't know. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Oh well, life might just get more interesting over the next few days/weeks-which is always a good thing, or at least not a boring thing. It seems I'm now being viewed as a "bad-boy" that is easy to cut loose with. Sounds like some sort of Spreingsteenesque street tough fantasy, which simply is so not me. Ergo, I'm pretty sure the idea is not true, as those who know me are aware that there's a pretty anal retentive soul lurking deep in the heart of "Big Deal Dodge" that squelches any actual "bad-boy" nonsense.
Has to be said, all in all, I'm kind of finding this whole thing pretty funny.

C'est la vie..so, in honor of what is a pretty silly ideal...

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick
But dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap"
And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater."
Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar"
And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry"
Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight
Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night

Oh good night, it's alright Jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
We may find it out on the street tonight baby
Or we may walk until the daylight maybe

So much for the laughter, it is time to put my clown shoes away. G'night tonight, boys and girls

Well I used to be disgusted

And now I try to be amused.

Ok, so that was pretty damned good. What a great song selection-first off though, I should point out that the first "wheel spin" of the song selector was performed by Eddie Vedder...right after he got done singing a duet with Mr.Costello on "Substitute".

Among the less expected songs for the evening-
Heart Of The City
Purple Rain
And Your Bird Can Sing
Out Of Time
This Wheel's On Fire
Tears Of A Clown, which was segued into from Alison. Brilliant.

Oh, and he played Man Out Of Time right near the end. Which made me hideously happy.

Oh, and don;t forget the go-go dancers. Every concert should have go-go dancers. :-)

Only complaint...It was loud...did I mention that? I mean...loud. as in LOUD. Like very.

2:30, and all is right with the world

Wrapped up my day after a good lunch meeting, got a call from the nephew that he was able to score me a pair of Elvis Costello tix on the cheap, found someone to go at the last minute, and now I am heading to the pool.

I do believe every Friday should work out so well.