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Today has turned out to be quite a nice day. 62 degrees said the thermometer on Washington Street. A bit windy but that was OK by me. Had a nice walk around Hoboken, visited that socialist institution and dropped off some DVD’s.

One of the DVD’s, Sleeper- turned out to be unplayable thanks to some cracks in the center of the disc. I seem to be the one who discovers things wrong with the DVD’s at the bibliothèque. No one else seems to even after they return them.

Maybe they’re the ones who break the discs and don’t say anything for fear of having to buy a new one. I’ve never been accused and then again I’ve never broken a CD or DVD from the library.

Yesterday I took out Taking Woodstock and Hippie, a book by Barry Miles. I watched Taking Woodstock last night. It was cute, it was fun. Wasn’t the worst movie I saw and not the greatest Ang Lee movie but it wasn’t as bad as the critics made it out to be.

No footage from the Woodstock movie, but some of the same techniques were used. No music from the movie either, probably kept costs down. A version of Going Out to the Country which may or may not have been by Canned Heat was the only song I can remember being in the both movies.

I enjoyed it. Demitri Martin was good and I could have sworn Andy Samberg was in it, but it turned out to be Jonathan Groff. So it wasn’t by the book as some Woodstock memoirs would have it, but it was still enjoyable.

I didn’t watch the extras since I have quite an extensive waiting list at the bibliothèque and I needed a copy of The Scottish Play for this Sunday’s Open Reading of Shakespeare at McSwells this Sunday. I do like the Scottish Play, having read it in high school.

After the library I wandered over to the river and read the January 25 issue of the New Yorker. Man I am behind. Since I’m not commuting anymore I don’t read it as often as I did, I’ve fallen behind. And my behind might have gotten a bit bigger since I’m not walking all over Manhattan like I used to.

Been a gray and wet couple of months so I’ve mainly been inside. I hope to change that soon enough now that the weather is getting better.

Stopped by the local record store, Tunes just to see if there was anything special about the latest album by The Bird & the Bee, their tribute to Hall & Oates. They didn’t have it in stock, claiming they sold it out. I doubt if they even ordered it since it came out yesterday. They said it should be in on Friday.

Instead I was able to snag Bang Masters by Van Morrison. A collection of his tracks for Bang Records from 1967. It was a used copy at $2.99 and since it had T.B. Sheets on it, a song that I’ve been playing once a day lately I had to have it. It should make for a nice burned CD for someone in August.

I’ve also become friends with Chris Frantz and Pat Irwin on Facebook. Chris Frantz was the drummer for Talking Heads, as well as for the Tom Tom Club and married to one of my favorite bass players, Tina Weymouth.

And Pat Irwin was in the Raybeats on guitar, keys and saxophone and also played guitar and keys for the B-52’s. A nice guy, I met him by the rock outside of Summerstage a few years ago. Answered my questions about the Raybeats and the B-52’s.

Chris Frantz is supposed to be a nice guy as well. I saw him at a Television show at the Academy theater in the 1990’s but was too nervous to go up to him and say anything.

I guess Facebook is the way to go then.
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And now after a beautiful weekend, it is now raining. Been raining a steady rain throughout most of the day. Definitely lends itself to a nap which is what I just had. A nice gray afternoon nap. You know how it is.

I keep sending resumes and legumes out, no responses nor beanstalks growing. Still a at least one resume goes out every day. Bill had a nice adventure for himself yesterday.

Someone from his church hired a bus through Bill and had him as the driver. The bus was named Laverne for some reason. There was a show at Crocodile Rock in Allentown PA. It was a thrash metal show of a band named Slam One Down.

Bill’s first experience at a show like that. He loved it surprisingly. He wishes he had hair extensions so he could throw his mane back and forth like they do on stage. They loved Bill though and he loved them.

So much so that when I called Bill at work earlier, he answered the phone singing their song B-E-E-R- R-U-N. It’s definitely a side of Bill that I had never heard before. Of all the music that I’ve played for Bill, thrash metal was never one of them and it turns out that is the one that clicks.

Well that and the B-52’s. Now Bill wants me to go to the next show he is hired to drive Slam One Down to. Sure why not? Bill and I will be the only ones without body modifications and tattoos.

Last night I watched The Pacific. The miniseries about World War II in the Pacific Theater, Guadalcanal basically. Jon Seda was as usual, great. I’ve been watching him since Homicide: Life on the Street and it’s good to see him on screen again.

And once again, I’m sure war is 100 times worse than what is portrayed on the screen.

After The Pacific I saw that Broadcast News was on. A very good movie, I always enjoy watching it. It would make for a good double feature with Network. I saw Network with my parents at the Century Theater in Paramus.

I think Faye Dunaway writhing on top of William Holden in bed made my parents more uncomfortable than I was.

Holly Hunter, Albert Brooks and William Hurt were excellent choices for the leads and you can feel the pain of Albert Brooks when Holly Hunter confesses that she might be falling in love with William Hurt.

I recorded Broadcast News so I could keep checking in on the health care reform vote. Yes it passed. Yes more has to be worked out. But it’s a major hurdle and could be the thing that moves Rush Limbaugh to Costa Rica.

If that happens you can bet Florida should rise a little bit more above sea level.

They just had on the Ed Show, a clip of Sarah Palin complaining that Barack Obama doesn’t have the experience to make decisions like this. She does, you know, leaving office midway through her only term is exactly the background she needs to make decisions like that. It’s all so Bala Cynwyd.

Bill is home, six hours earlier than usual. A zombie. A giggling zombie. Poor baby is so tired from stage managing the play, driving a bus to and from Allentown PA as well as working at the law firm today. He’ll probably be asleep in an hour or so.

I’m going to watch Lolita by Stanley Kubrick.
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