Wow, I wrote a whopping three entries in September. Ba-de-ya.
I have returned though. The last two weeks saw me barely home, always at work, quite a reversal to this past summer. which consisted of lots of idle time and little work hours. This all involves a fill-in stint I agreed to back in June, not knowing I'd be back to the winter job so soon. That meant two weeks of 5a-11a in the studio, the rest of the afternoon til 5p at the winter job, lo and behold back to another studio til 7p.
This girl I ran into in my last entry (let's call her Erin, because that's her name) all those weeks ago probably won't amount to much in the, err, umm, relationship department, shall we say, given the fact that we're both workaholics. She is cool to hang out with and she suggested we check out the Richie Havens show. (One advantage to living in a small New England town is old folkies will play the municipal "opera house" circuit.) Still a great voice on that guy and I love his strumming style. Except for Erin's cellphone ringing (ugh) the show was an enjoyable experience, and it was good to see a smattering of people younger than I checking the show out.
More old-fart-rocker stories! I know I've lost most of you at this point but I'm going to continue on anyway. Last night was a show our radio station was involved in at the Wobbly Barn in Killington, VT, a benefit for Vermont State Troopers. I of course was assigned to do the remote broadcast before the show, and got to interview former Doobie Bro/Steely Danner Jeff "Skunk" Baxter, who has the greatest mustache this side of Goose Gossage. Chatted with James Montgomery, a New England blues harp favorite, and bumped into a couple former members of Boston I had previously interviewed. (Sib Hashian, the drummer that had the HUGE 'fro on the back of the Boston album, served as auctioneer for an autographed guitar and was rather entertaining.)
And if anyone from the Boston area remembers that blues-guitar prodigy Monster Mike Welch from the 90s, who was playing clubs when he was 15 or so, well he's still alive and well playing clubs a decade later. Nice guy.
Two members of Journey (no, really) were supposed to be there but didn't show. Gary Cherone (no, really) was also supposed to be there too, but I can't say I bumped into him if he was. Not that I really had anything to ask him ("so, 'bout that Van Halen thing...")
In another random occurrence, the Vermont State Auditor (who's running for re-election) was there and introducing herself to everyone, including myself (NH voter). Just days before, in one of the local newscasts I did on the morning show, she was in the news because she apparently lied about her academic credentials and a whole political brouhaha ensued. Too god damn small a state, Vermont is, but I luff it. She was kinda cute for a politician. Was I on Long Trail Ale #5 or #6 at that time? Better check my sources.
So that was my Arena Rock weekend. First thing I listened to when I got home late last night: My Bloody Valentine "Loveless."
I have returned though. The last two weeks saw me barely home, always at work, quite a reversal to this past summer. which consisted of lots of idle time and little work hours. This all involves a fill-in stint I agreed to back in June, not knowing I'd be back to the winter job so soon. That meant two weeks of 5a-11a in the studio, the rest of the afternoon til 5p at the winter job, lo and behold back to another studio til 7p.
This girl I ran into in my last entry (let's call her Erin, because that's her name) all those weeks ago probably won't amount to much in the, err, umm, relationship department, shall we say, given the fact that we're both workaholics. She is cool to hang out with and she suggested we check out the Richie Havens show. (One advantage to living in a small New England town is old folkies will play the municipal "opera house" circuit.) Still a great voice on that guy and I love his strumming style. Except for Erin's cellphone ringing (ugh) the show was an enjoyable experience, and it was good to see a smattering of people younger than I checking the show out.
More old-fart-rocker stories! I know I've lost most of you at this point but I'm going to continue on anyway. Last night was a show our radio station was involved in at the Wobbly Barn in Killington, VT, a benefit for Vermont State Troopers. I of course was assigned to do the remote broadcast before the show, and got to interview former Doobie Bro/Steely Danner Jeff "Skunk" Baxter, who has the greatest mustache this side of Goose Gossage. Chatted with James Montgomery, a New England blues harp favorite, and bumped into a couple former members of Boston I had previously interviewed. (Sib Hashian, the drummer that had the HUGE 'fro on the back of the Boston album, served as auctioneer for an autographed guitar and was rather entertaining.)
And if anyone from the Boston area remembers that blues-guitar prodigy Monster Mike Welch from the 90s, who was playing clubs when he was 15 or so, well he's still alive and well playing clubs a decade later. Nice guy.
Two members of Journey (no, really) were supposed to be there but didn't show. Gary Cherone (no, really) was also supposed to be there too, but I can't say I bumped into him if he was. Not that I really had anything to ask him ("so, 'bout that Van Halen thing...")
In another random occurrence, the Vermont State Auditor (who's running for re-election) was there and introducing herself to everyone, including myself (NH voter). Just days before, in one of the local newscasts I did on the morning show, she was in the news because she apparently lied about her academic credentials and a whole political brouhaha ensued. Too god damn small a state, Vermont is, but I luff it. She was kinda cute for a politician. Was I on Long Trail Ale #5 or #6 at that time? Better check my sources.
So that was my Arena Rock weekend. First thing I listened to when I got home late last night: My Bloody Valentine "Loveless."
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roseredd:
you have man made snow up there already??? damn i wish i could still ski...and was willing to pay for it 
jule:
When everyone was trying to teach me at Gunstock, they kept telling me that it was easier to learn how to snowboard. Especially if you already knew how to ski. Only, I would always see these poor snowboarder kids with sprained or broken wrist bones. So be careful. What's your favorite place to ski around here? I have friends who go all the time. (Having a Jeep for free passes doesn't hurt, either. )
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