...but that doesn't mean I have forgotten about you. Or music. Or going to shows too much. June was overwhelming, and I could have dropped so much money up at those ticket counters, but I didn't. Just a few bucks here and there for the bands I was truly convinced I needed to be in the presence of. Boy Least Likely To had synchronized handclaps, which was a plus so definite it almost overwhelms everything else, but they are all-around good showmen, so of course there were other things, like their cover of George Michael's Faith.
And of course The Mountain Goats. But did you really need me to tell you about them again? I didn't quite think so.
It takes a strong man, baby, but I'm showing you the door.
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"Did you hear those first two songs? They were fucking tuff." This is what I talk about when I talk about music.
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It is too much a coincidence for the owner of the book to have been Herman Quick, the high school Fairfax, and the letter to the vice-principal (who would have been Mr. Aigner) for the result being any Herman Quick other than my Herman Quick. A splendid fellow in a sea of not so splendid fellows.
Good to hear from you, and to read your blog posts. You haven't seen the last of me.
P.S., I'm a fan of the Mt. Tabor area in Portland and have run my share of laps around the reservoir.
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