Wednesday, January 03, 2007

the first to come and the last to leave

The Life and Times have served us well, but for 2007 this blog will be rolling on over to http://sluecker.blogspot.com. We'll have the RSS thing and maybe someday do a fun layout.

Don't forget that "surfin's the source" ... even if you don't surf. Now sing it with me..

Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line And when they got up on their feet, they made the show And that was sweet, but I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know

Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You know you guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you've got it all set to go Before you come for my piano [keyboard]

People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know that you can't go wrong

Thanks Y'all

 
Sunday, December 31, 2006
40 Feet by MLK1

I got a ticket recently, in Beacon Hill, for not parking "40 feet from the curb". The thing is, if all cars in Beacon Hill were 40 feet from the curb, there would be no parking. Seriously. I'm pretty sure most of those blocks are not much more than 80 feet long.
 
 
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Wicked

Last Book:
Shadow of the Hegemon
The Magician's Nephew

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World Cup
Ultimate Fighter Finals

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Sprained ankle




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