so much time and so little to do

with apologies to mr. wonka and a wink to my little brother,

"strike that. reverse it."

the past two weeks have been a whirlwind. for the second weekend in a row, the wife and i went to knoxville, this time so i could play a show and also to check out ryan adams at the tennessee theatre. one of our good friends is ryan's drummer and he and his wife were kind enough to hook us up with backstage passes for the show. long story short, we got to hang out on the tour bus for a while with brad and marna, chat with ryan for a few minutes, meet the band and drink a couple of beers that someone else paid for. i know that everyone's heard the stories about ryan's eccentric behavior. i don't know what this says about me, but he seemed really normal and really cool. just a nice, genuine, normal guy. his sets (2 sets, no encore, no bullshit) were great and rachel yamagata was fantastic. if you've not heard her, i would describe her as a fractured norah jones or possibly norah jones with balls. badass.

i had the chance to play disc golf with the little brother this weekend as well. i haven't played in a few months, but was able to hold my own. for all the jabs i took at my brother when he started playing, that's a fun game. find a course, buy a used disc or two and give it a rip.

last nite seemed like as good a nite as any to barhop, so i started at mercy lounge and wound up at the basement. john bruton (of "tennessee sucks" and 12th & porter fame) is working with mercy lounge now in some capacity or another and has brought back the monday nite event 8 off of 8th (formerly 12 @ 12th). last nite we were treated to music by jeremy lister, kate york (who did a great job hosting), betsy roo, tyler james, and mindy smith. others played, names were forgotten. sorry if i left you out. after that wrapped up i headed over to the basement to catch the end of the strays set. not that i expected any different, but they were great and just seem to get better and better. i can't wait to hear the record when it comes out.

1.15 found me 25 bucks poorer and 1 funny looking hand stamp richer as i fell into bed with the wife and the dogs. surprisingly, i've been able to function all day. maybe i should start going out more?

this is probably the most boring thing any of you have read in who knows how long. i'll find something more exciting to write about tomorrow. possible topics will include the story of my first experience with absinthe last week, preparations for my trip to bermuda next week or possibly, a confession of the sports variety that will shock the world!