Its now the end of the season, but for a couple months I've been working as a stage manager for street fests in Chicago. It's not a bad gig - long hours, but great pay, and I get to hang out with some great people.
Last week I worked the Wine Crush in Old Town. That was pretty crazy - there was a wine stomping competition, and a few bands played, most notably the guy who wrote Barely Breathing. His acoustic guitar was damaged during his flight, so I had to scramble to find him something to use for the night, because Andy's was fresh out. My buddy came through with an old Takamine covered in punk rock stickers. The juxtaposition of the artist in a brand new tailored Hugo Boss suit playing a guitar with a sticker reading: FUCK YOU YOU FUCK was amazing.
I've been sick this week, but I'm beginning to feel better. Ill just ply myself with Hot Toddys tonight. and I'll be fine by tomorrow, I'm sure. Im taking the dog up to my sister's place this weekend, Lola and Jen haven't hung out for a long time, so they need some quality time.
Ok. Enough rambling. And nobody died.
Last week I worked the Wine Crush in Old Town. That was pretty crazy - there was a wine stomping competition, and a few bands played, most notably the guy who wrote Barely Breathing. His acoustic guitar was damaged during his flight, so I had to scramble to find him something to use for the night, because Andy's was fresh out. My buddy came through with an old Takamine covered in punk rock stickers. The juxtaposition of the artist in a brand new tailored Hugo Boss suit playing a guitar with a sticker reading: FUCK YOU YOU FUCK was amazing.
I've been sick this week, but I'm beginning to feel better. Ill just ply myself with Hot Toddys tonight. and I'll be fine by tomorrow, I'm sure. Im taking the dog up to my sister's place this weekend, Lola and Jen haven't hung out for a long time, so they need some quality time.
Ok. Enough rambling. And nobody died.
julie:
Hope you feel better 