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The summer concert season has arrived
Posted:May 5, 2009 11:00 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 12:32 am
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Luckily the economic downturn hasn't affected the audio production/music biz. The only problem is I'm starting to feel like I'm getting too old for this shit.

Sure I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed enough at 10AM Saturday when I show up at the Crossroads (a very cool venue in downtown Kansas City, first time I've done a show there) to work a show with Cake. (As an aside here, when I got called for the show I innocently asked if there would be ice cream too, I mean what is cake without ice cream, and you know what happened? The guy I was talking to said some naughty words and suggested I seek out some professional mental help....sheesh.....and now back to the exciting story of my weekend, nuts now I went and gave away a fundamental aspect of the plotline that would have been much more exciting to discover on your own. From now on no more spoilers....well unless I forget and put one in.) OK, where was I? Oh yeah, bright eyed and bushy tailed....not actually tailed per say, but I do kind of have a hairy ass....awaiting a semi truck load of fun speakers and audio consoles to play with...I'm going to mention now that all of this stuff is way too frikkin heavy and even though Crossroads has some fantastic stagehands us high paid (now that's a laugh right there) technical people get to help tote too.

Now keep in mind, I'm there at 10am for a show starting at 8pm, that gives you a little idea of how much work goes on behind the scenes to make a rock show happen. The music business tends to fill it's alotted quota of people that know their shit don't stink because they run around with their heads up their asses. I am happy to say that Cake, the band and techs, were great to work with. The gig came off as smooth as you can ask for and the 3000 or so folks watching go a great show. Even I enjoyed it and I'm usually more in the mindset of "when will this shit end?" Woohoo one show down, time to load up the truck.....next stop Springfield and Shinedown with Saving Amos.

Ususally it's load up, jump in the semi and off to the next show, but this time after Springfield the truck is off to do a show in Texas and I have to be back in KC so I get to drive down and back in my car...will the joy never end. First though it's cross town to the Muehlbach hotel to pick up 2 more guys for the next gig. I get there just in time to help load another truck. Only 1 of 6 stagehands showed up for them so I was greated with a big hug by one of the owners of the production company when I said I'd be glad to help load....I'm trying to develop the ability to just kick back and watch other people work when I don't have to, but I usually fail miserably and end up getting helping.

It's now 4:30am Sunday morning....well now it's 11:15 Tuesday morning, but then it was 4:30 Sunday.....the Cake show ended about 5 hours ago and time to drive 3 hours to Springfield. Adam the 20 something audio tech has a nice nap in the back seat while Bill the 40 year old lighting guy (who really doesn't want to be a lighting guy, he's audio at heart, but whoes big problem is he's good at lights and actually knows that it's not called yellow but amber....poor guy....in the audio world becoming a "squint" (def: a term used affectionately by audio technitions for those who do lighting) is sort of like turning to the Dark side of the Force) stays awake for the trip to make sure I do so we don't all get killed in a horrible car wreck and make people have to tell lies about what a wonderful guy I was to the TV interviewers.

We arrive in Springfield (at the Shrine Mosque no less) to be greated by rain....will the fun never end. Also there is the truck, our other 2 techs and (insert happy dance here) a dozen wonderful, beautiful, competant stagehands busily unloading the aforementioned truck and pushing it up the ramp and into the Mosque. Here is a good time to give some advice to the ladies out there who go to concerts and expose their assets to the bands. Show a little love to the stagehands too. Flash the guys scurrying around the stage before the show starts....it mkaes them happy and wanting to come to work on the next gig and it keeps me from having to push all those heavy ass cable trunks by myself....so if you can't brign yourself to do it for them, think of the work you'll be saving a poor old decrepit soundman...do it for me. Actually you're probably more likely to do it for them anyway, they tend to be young with rippling bicepts and much more likely to get you drumsticks, guitar picks, sweaty band towels or maybe even get you back stage to get your funbags signed by the lead singer than I am.

Noon Sunday rolls around and Shinedown starts filling the stage with all of the crap they think they need to make music happen. Shinedown's stage manager, who has been givng the production company I work for fits on the phone about this and that forewording the show, recognizes me from another gig I worked with him and he calms down and all is love and peace. A good thing too as I have now been up for 28 hours and could use all the love and peace I can get. Two hours pass and it's time to soundcheck the band.....but where the hell have the musicians gone? The brakes are thrown and the whole shebang comes to a halt. Time for lunch then. Where's the catering....no catering? We have to get our own food? Gee thanks for the heads up ahead of time asshole promoter. (def: Promoter...someone with no ability that wants to be in the music business. Theoreticly their job is to get the venue, the bands and the production together to make the show happen and then to make sure things needed like food, drink, transportation, hotels etc. are taken care of. In practice that generally means they do almost nothing, get to collect a big paycheck and the venue, bands and production companies have to take care of themselves) Since I have a car, the band is lost and there is a break in the action, I can escape to get food so we don't starve (if you don't count the reeces peanut butter cups I ate on the drive it's been about 18 hours since I've eaten.)

The band finally shows up, does a short soundcheck (evidently the local radio station had a contest or something where the winners got to see the Shinedown soundcheck, thus the main reason it had to be done.) Saving Able can now be set up onstage in front of Shinedown's gear. They get their soundcheck done and it's now about an hour till doors....we still have the 2 openers to set up.

7:00pm Sunday and I'm now into hour 36 of my day. The 2 (Adam and Alex the 20 something techs from our crew) have actually managed to slip away several times during the day to nap while Bill, Terry (who I haven't mentioned until now, not because he's not a major character in my story, but because he was driving the truck and so during Cake he spent most of the day in the truck sleeping so he could drive to Springfield, today though he's been working with Bill to get our lighting and the lights brought by Shinedown to make nice together) and I haven't had that luxury.

Showtime. Bill is doing lights for the first 3 bands....Shinedown has their own lighting guy. Alex is doing monitors for the 1st 2 bands....the headliner's have their own guys. And Adam is out front runninfg the sound for the 1st band....the last 3 have their own techs. Terry has gone off in the semi to get a taillight fixed....DOT loves to give taillight tickets...and pick us up some dinner. I'm running back and forth making sure nothing blows up, feeds back or in general does anything sucky. The headliner takes the stage, Terry arrives with food and we can finally all sneak back to a dressing room and sit back and eat.

12:00am Monday. The show is over. The teardown begins.

Jump to....4 1/2 hours later. The doors are finally closed on the truck, the stagehands are zipping off to find someone that might have alcohol and we can look foreword to a nice 5 hours in a bed at a hotel. A hotel we were supposed to have rooms at, but which the promoter forgot to book. Luckily they had rooms, we had a company credit card and so beds. After 45 hours I can finally sleep.

At 8am and at about 20 minute intervals thereafter the sound of a knock and "housekeeping." Evidently they do not understand the words "Go the f*ck away! We're trying to f*cking sleep!" At about 9:00 the calls from the front desk begin wanting us to move the truck. It takes 3 calls before they understand that neither Bill nor I have the truck keys and they should call Terry's room.

At noon I bid the guys farewell and wished them a happy trip to Texas, glad that I was not going with them because their next gig sounded like a real clusterf*ck, Fincally found someplace in Springfield that did not have a huge drive-thru line and headed back to KC.

Now the point of the story. It's Tuesday and I'm back at my day job at the law firm. I feel like I've been dragged behind a that had an angry badger enema. When I try to think I see that little hourglass in my head and a window pops up saying "System resources low....please close one or more progams before you think again" The real fun part is, this is just the begining of the busy season....what kind of shape am I going to be in by September.
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Breaking News
Posted:Jul 21, 2008 10:54 am
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2009 7:23 pm
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HUNDRED ACRE WOOD (AP) - In a news release today it was announced that due to the changing times and to reflect the current moral trends Winnie the Pooh has filed for a change of name. He wishes to henceforth be know as Winnie the Shit.

A close associate of Mr. Shit's Christopher Robin was asked his view of the name change. "Ever since Winnie found his new honey connection, he hasn't been the same bear."
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A new post.......been a long time
Posted:Nov 12, 2007 8:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 12:32 am
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Well, here's my new profile for your entertainment.

How can I describe myself when so many others have tried and failed. Well a couple did. OK, nobody has really tried to describe me, mostly they just roll their eyes and shake their heads. I'm not really sure what that means, but I'm taking it as a sign of respect.

My life so far. I was born. I spent most of my life breathing, some of it sleeping, and the odd meal and potty breaks thrown in for good measure.

So how would other people describe me you ask. Well you didn't actually ask, but I'll tewll you anyway. It would depend upon what I happen to be doing at the time. Let's say I was attacking you with an axe (this is a hypothetical mind you, I mean I don't even own an axe, though I could probably borrow one if I needed to, but for this thought experiment let's just say I have somehow aquired and axe and am coming toward you....now back to the exciting story without any further interuption) so, as I was saying, I'm coming toward you with an axe. The first thing you would probably notice would be the axe. The next thing might be "that axe has a large hairy man attached to the handle." Otherwise it would probably be, "He sure looks like someone that would be attacking people with an axe."

I suppose this site being what it is I should have said something about my enormous Schnitzengrubben and how I can use it all night long. The problem therein being, I don't think I would actually describe it as enormous and I've never met anyone that could actually go all night long. I mean a couple of hours is one thing (been there, done that, got the t-shirt....it was t-shirt night....woohoo), but all night, dehydration would be the least of your worries.

Seriously.....who said that? ....I'm tall, hairy, though not in a Robin Williams afghan rug way....fairly easy going, I'm hard to tic off and quick to get over it....ticklish, probably shouldn't have mentioned that it could be used against me.....smart, most people would add an ass to that last statement......I'm not eaxactly what you'd call a romantic, I'm much more in tune with someone's physical needs than their emotional ones, I'm much better at being a friend/fuckbuddy than a boyfriend/future husband.....and last but not least, I'm a loon.

Describe What You're Looking For in a Person

A pulse is always a plus. It's so hard to get someone without a pulse to pretend to laugh at my jokes.

Personality is most important...well, that and the ability to put up with me of course. If you don't have the ability to become friends then there's no point in going farther.
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Questions again
Posted:Jul 1, 2006 10:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2009 7:24 pm
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One of these days I should probably start posting in my blog again. The problem is I need to do something exciting to blog about. Maybe I should make something up. Well, until then...

So there I was cruising the blogs again and ran across the latest post by jmebug. OK, I'm a sucker for a cute smile, and lo and behold on her latest post was a photo of her cute smile and akk so I say to myself "self...self...hey self" (sometimes it's hard for me to get my attention) "we have nothing better to do, why don't we answer these questions?" Long story short, here is the questionaire dear readers (well jmebug at least, since no random passer's by seem to be reading my blogs anymore)

1.Your First Name:

2. Age:

3. Single or Taken:

4. Favorite Movie:

5. Favorite Song:

6. Favorite Band/Rapper/Artist:

7. Kinky or Clean:

8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

AND NOW COMING TO A THEATER NEAR YOU.....
QUESTIONAIRE 2.....RETURN OF THE JEDI (oh shit! now I'm going to get sued by George Lucas)

1. Do we know each other outside of AdultFriendFinder?

2. Whats your philosophy on life??

3. Would you have my back in a fight?

4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?

5. What is your favorite memory of us?

6. Have we ever been drunk together?

7. Do you wanna get drunk together?

8. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you:

9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?

10. Can we get together and make a cake?

11. have you heard any rumors of me lately ?

12. Do you wanna see me naked?

13. Do you think I'm a good person?

14. Would you drive across country with me?

15. Do you think I'm attractive?

16. Have I seen you naked?

17. If you could change anything about me, would you? what would it be?

18. What do you wear to sleep?

19.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?

20. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?

21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you
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ITS THE RULES
Posted:Jun 10, 2006 7:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2006 7:09 pm
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OK, I was innocently browsing the blogs and came across one by cookiequeen1000...were there really 999 cookiequeens that came before her...and said to myself "Self (I always begin that way when talking to myself to let myself know I'm talking to me) this looks entertaining I think I will post a reply." OK, I admit I didn't read all the rules before I posted....I also don't read instructions....I am man, I know how to do anything without reading instructions, it's....er....genetic or something.....well anyway rule 8...and I quote "In order to play here you should be willing to post this yourself. So please repost this in your Blog. Its THE RULES." Damn. And then she reminds me of it...double damned (I know I skipped double damn and triple damn and jumped right to double damned....so sue me.)

So Cookiequeen1000....this is for you.
Well, and anyone else too I guess.

want to play? ...go ahead, make my day!

If you will leave a comment, I will:

1. Respond with something random that I know or think I know about you.

2. I will tell you what song or movie or celebrity you remind me of.

3. If you are a female, I will tell you the most likely place that you and I will ever make out.

4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me or at the very least make some something up that may give the peeps something to talk about.

5. I will tell you my first/clearest memory of you.

6. I will tell you what your name would be if you were the opposite gender.

7. I will ask you something that I have always wondered about you.

8. In order to play here you should be willing to post this yourself. So please repost this in your Blog. Its THE RULES.
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"Hell is filled with accordians" and other musings
Posted:Sep 28, 2005 9:32 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Last weekend I worked at Oktoberfest here in KC. Why it's in September I haven't a clue. Saturday was 12 hours of accordians and Sunday added another 6. Don't get me wrong, I don't really have anything against accordians, I mean, at least they aren't bagpipes. Bagpipes were last week. Is there any part of a sheep the Scottish don't use? Who else would look at a sheep and go "Look at that bonney little lamb. I bet I can make sweet music with her." amd mean actual music. (Well there is the thing about why do Scottsmen wear kilts? Because sheep run at the sound of a zipper. But that's another thing entirely.) OK, back to accordians. The thing is it's not the actual sound of an accordian that gives me indigestion, it's more the sheer quantity of it at one time. There seems to ba a strange breed of people that thrive on it. Then again, I was sober. Beer does have remarkable qualities. Nope....not enough beer in the world for 18 hours of accordian. Does anyone have a clue about the connection between German music and Mexican, or Zydaco for that matter? Are accordians like killer bees or fire ants? Will they be spreading into other music too? Am I going to wake up some day and see P Diddy with a squeezebox? Well, for it could only be an improvement.

Kissing. I like to kiss. Well actually I love to kiss. Strangely enough I've discovered a lot of people don't seem to enjoy it as much, or at least don't seem to enjoy kissing for just the fun of kissing. Oh, there's the hello kiss, the goodbye kiss, the foreplay kiss, the afterplay kiss, the duringplay kiss, but not the I like to kiss you kiss. It's a rare thing to find someone who just turns to you while walking down the sidewalk and gives you a passionate kiss jus for the enjoyment of your company.

Cheating spouses. I don't go there. If you aren't getting enough at home and want something extra, you're trapped in a loveless marriage, whatever, more power to you. I hope you find someone. I just don't want to be the someone. It's not any kind of you're doing bad thing it's more I don't want to be mentioned in anyones divorce. If I wanted to be involved in a divorce, I'd have gotten married. I guess I shouldn't be suprised that maybe half the people on here are looking for a little on the side, this place is almost tailor made for it.

Well enough musings....I'm all mused out.
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OK it's Ask Me a Question Time boys and girls
Posted:Sep 21, 2005 1:02 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2006 8:39 pm
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I'm bored and I have nothing on my mind to blog about....so.....
I've seen lots of ask me question blogs so I thought I'd go with the flow. I know...if everyone jumped off a cliff would I do it too. Well the answer to that is no Homie don't play that. I don't jump off things...even if I have a parachute or a rubber band tied to my ankles. I'm a fat guy....gravity is not my friend. So, anyway, where was I? Oh yeah.

Ask me a question, or 2 or 4. I'm bored give me something to do. Actually I better not type that too loud. I am at the office and it might remind someone I'm here and they will give me something to do.
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Happy Birthday to me
Posted:Sep 12, 2005 1:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Well, I've managed to reach 45. What's the old saying.....if I knew I was going to get this old I'd have taken better care of myself. I guess I really haven't fallen apart too much. I can still do pretty much what I could do 20 years ago...I just make more noise doing it. I think somewhere inside of me must be an old Jewish man. I seem to be going "Oy" alot. I didn't used to say Yiddish words when getting out of bed. And for some reason 'up' and 'down' seem to be a lot farther now. I know you should always lift with your legs but there's something wrong about having to bend your knees to pick up the morning paper.

All in all, I don't think age has taken too big a toll on me. I pretty much look the same as I did 20 years ago (I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not), well discounting the grey hairs that seem to be breeding in my beard and the fact the top of my head now suffers from sunburn. I think I should take up wearing hats.
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Seen this Labor Day
Posted:Sep 7, 2005 10:57 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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A young lady wearing a t-shirt that read "I believe in the greatness of the Lord" and wearing shorts that had "Paddle Hard" written on the back.
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The Labors of Labor Day
Posted:Sep 7, 2005 10:54 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Being a man that has somewhat of a grasp of my limitations (and knowing that my sleeping mind knows the exact location of the snooze button) I had prudently got out my second alarm clock (the loud one) and put it on the other side of the bedroom. The alarm clock goes off. I leap from the bed being just awake enough to realize what the noise is and avoiding the embarrassment of running around the room screaming fire. Another day has begun.

Quick Trip is a wonderful place. It has all the things one needs to start one’s day. Fully outfitted with ice, bottled water, Dr. Pepper, a bag of mini Snickers and one of their delicious (well actually I don’t know if they are or not....I’m never actually awake enough to taste it) sausage, egg and cheese biscuits, I’m ready to face SantaCaliGon.

Strangely enough with a name like SantaCaliGon.....it has nothing to do with a fat guy in a red suit or soap. Go figure. Well this was the second day of this wonderful festival (since I was doing the wedding reception I wasn’t here for the first day) everything was already set up and ready to go....more or less.

Let me take some time here to explain a little about a big concert set up. You have in essence 2 separate sound systems. One, usually referred to as the Deck or Monitors, is for the musicians to hear how ‘wonderful’ they sound. The other, referred to as Front of House, is for the crowd to hear how ‘wonderful’ the soundman can make them sound. Of the two the guy doing front of house has the easier job. The only person he really has to please is himself. The monitor guy has to deal with the “Musicians”. The first rule of thumb with musicians is they always want everything louder than everything else. I, luckily, was brought in to do front of house.

There were 6 of us on the crew, me at front of house, 2 monitor guys, and a lighting guy on the main stage and 2 guys at another stage. Everyone on the crew knew what they were doing and none of them are afraid to work so it looked to be a fairly easy....as these things go....weekend.

The first hour entailed untarping everything and figuring out how the hell they guy doing front of house the night before managed to get everything working as weird as he had everything hooked together. I soon had it re-patched and my 30,000 watt stereo was up and running. A short time later the gremlins that had been plaguing the monitor system were also placated and we were ready for our first band of the day. The first band to set up is usually the last band to play. They get first dibs on monitors and placement on the stage...everyone else has to get leftovers. Sometimes this can be a little hard on the egos of the bands preforming earlier, but tough. Most big acts bring their own sound guys with them. They fall usually into two catagories....Know-it-all assholes and nice guys. I was lucky this weekend all of them were really a pleasure to work with. That doesn’t happen all that often.

The third most asked question of soundmen (after “Do you know what all those buttons do?”....yes, and “Do they do any Skinnard?”....usually answered no, but on one occasion this weekend it was a Leonard Skinnard tribute band, so the answer was yes) is why do you have to be here so early if the first band doesn’t start till 6:00? Well, let’s look at it for a second. 1st you have to make sure everything works....an important step.....before any of the bands arrive. Then, you have to set up and do a sound check for the headliner. Now this can take anywhere from an hour to over 6 hours. This is largely determined by the attitude of the soundman with the band. If they don’t have a soundman with them.....I can sound check a band in 10 minutes....it ain’t rocket science guys. Multiply this by the number of bands and you can see how it might take a while.

Did I mention it was HOT? Not scalding hot just hot enough that you knew you were way too warm. Did you know you can get a sunburn thru a shirt? At least it didn’t rain....I guess I should be grateful for that.

Saturday and Sunday the schedule was about the same. Get there before 9am and leave around midnight. Three bands a day.

Monday was the last day. It too began at nine. Only two bands today, starting at 1pm and 2:30. Then after comes the fun part.....tearing it all down. There were the 6 of us and 8 stagehands. It took us 4 ½ hours to tear it down and load it all into 2 semi’s. The good news is I got home by 11pm and didn’t have to be anywhere till 9am....LOL

Now you know more than you ever wanted to know about my weekend.
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Labor Day: From the perspective of a soundman
Posted:Sep 7, 2005 9:13 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I’ve mentioned before that I have 2 full time jobs plus a sideline. Between those and my suddenly developing social life my time is becoming a little hectic. I’ll take this time to describe my Labor Day weekend. OK, I know you don’t really care, but hey, it’s my blog and I can write anything I want and I happen to be bored.....so there.

Friday rolls around and I stumble into my day job at the ungodly hour of 9am. I’m opposed on general principles to mornings. I think they’re a bad idea and something should be done about them. I’m thinking about starting a petition. Luckily no one in the office is a cheery morning person so at least I don’t have to put up with that. On the bright side I’ve got my breakfast of champions (a big bottle of Dr. Pepper and my 2 for 50 cent preservative laden cookies) to start my day off. I’m setting in front of the computer trying to use all of my Jedi powers to will the clock to move faster and hoping no one disturbs me and breaks my concentration because I think just maybe it’s beginning to work. I had overlooked one thing though. I had forgotten the secretary’s incredible ability to withstand the noise made by a ringing phone. The Jedi powers don’t work at all on phones so it’s “Hello, law office” repeated ad-infinitum until noon finally arrives and I can say “Gotta’ go. See you Tuesday” and head off to set up for my evenings gig.

I run home, raid the refrigerator of anything that isn’t moving too much....the cookies had worn off by then.....and try to build my enthusiasm to lift heavy things into my Jeep that I will need to try and make the rock band I’m working with tonight sound like they’re worth what they’re getting paid. Tonight is a wedding reception. The upside of that is free food (free booze too, but since tomorrow starts once again at 9am, I don’t really wish to contend with the aftereffects). I plop my happy ass in my not so happy Jeep (when I pack a vehicle it knows it’s been packed) and zoom across town burning $2.89 gas at a prodigious rate. As usual the “We’ll help you load in” is an unfulfilled promise on the part of the band and I’m left to set up by myself.....I guess that’s why I make the (not so) big bucks. The food was good at least. The band does their thing....I do mine (one thing I do have to say about the band I was working with, they are consistent. I can pretty much, as they say in those commercials for the rotisserie ovens (do those things really work?), set it and forget it. The gig is done. Happiness is all around (at least with me....I got paid). And the process of loading, driving, unloading is once more done. And I set my head on the pillow about 2am, overjoyed with the fact that in 5 hours my alarm will be ringing.
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Perspective
Posted:Aug 31, 2005 10:10 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Hurricane Katrina has, along with the devastation it caused, brought about a severe loss of perspective to the people describing it. I'm not diminishing the fact that hundreds were killed, hundreds of thousands were made homeless and the economic impact will be huge from this, but the comparisons made by media and politicians to other events are misguided.

The first outlandish comparison was, I believe, made by the mayor of Biloxi. "Katrina is our Tsunami." No, not quite. Unlike the tsunami there were several days warning to evacuate, not several minutes. Another small detail overlooked in the comparison was the fact that at least 225,000 people were killed by the tsunami in an area extending from Malaysia to the coast of Africa.

Another comparison was made by the Governor of Mississippi. "Biloxi looks like Hiroshima." Hiroshima was destroyed by a nuclear weapon with an equivalent force of 30 million pound of TNT. Every building, house, tree and human being within a mile of the blast was totally destroyed. A firestorm was ignited that covered 4.4 square miles. It is estimated that between 60 and 70,000 people died and another 60 to 70,000 were injured. The effects of the radiation lasted for generations.

The last comparison made today in the media. "It looks like a 3rd world country." Boated bellies from starvation and thousands dying from disease?

My heart goes out to those that have suffered and had their lives destroyed by Katrina, but don't diminish the suffering of others by making asinine comparisons to other tragedies.
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Hi, I'm Steve and I suffer from CRS
Posted:Aug 24, 2005 10:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Yes. I suffer from the dreaded CRS (Can't Remember Shit). I was chatting with a friend the other day and she was reminiscing about her drivers test some 20+ years ago in vivid detail. I can't remember what I did last week in vivid detail and some of those details were pretty vivid at the time. Oh I have no trouble remembering things like dialogue from movies I haven't seen in 10 years or obscure facts about things that happened in 423BC, but for some reason my capacity to remember things that may be of help to me outside of some game show is strangely limited. I'm fairly sure I'm not the only person walking around going "Wow, John Smith. Long time no see", hoping that John Smith will eventually give you clues as to you why you should know him. The worry I have is that I will start to forget some of the more useful things such as how to tie a shoe or worse yet zip a zipper. So if you should see me walking down the street with my shoes untied and my zipper down, please take pity and tie my shoes and zip my pants for me, I will forever be in your debt....well for at least as long as I can remember it that is.

Oh, I have no idea what exanimate means, but it sure sounds like an interesting mood.
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