Oh my god! It is so HOT!
I just got in from a meeting of the [former] Manchester Slashers. We made a pilgrimage to Waterbury [Bootleg Capital of Connecticut] for CDs. And it was an especially triumphal trip! Laura found a hilarious CD featuring The Band and Tiny Tim (from the Basement Tapes era). You haven't lived til you've heard The Band singing backup for Tiny Tim on "Be My Baby." And I got the Bob Dylan Biograph set (which I've been meaning to get for awhile), Amy Ray's solo album (Stag), and... er... something else. Something that's a present for a relative. So I shouldn't say what it is, or who it's for, since most of my family reads this page now...
We really conquered Waterbury today, compared to what usually happens to us there. (We usually get dreadfully lost.) We went to Brass City Records first, because it's easy as pie to get to, and then we actually managed to find our way from there to Phoenix Records. This is quite an accomplishment. (You may remember that we gave up on Phoenix last January and just went to dinner after Brass City.) But it wasn't easy -- we still had to make a U-turn in the middle of Main Street, and make an illegal right-hand turn to get on the right street. In the end, Laura and I couldn't decide whether we managed it this time because (a) it was light outside (unlike January), (b) it wasn't raining (unlike January), or (c) there was lots of swearing (actually, that wasn't too different in January).
I really don't feel too bad about that. I'm sure I'm not the first person who has cried out in anguish on the streets of Waterbury, Connecticut, "I hate this fucking town!"
On top of all that great music I found in Waterbury, Laura gave me a CD she made of later Beach Boys stuff, and I've almost finished the third CD in my world music series, so there is a whole lot of music goin' on right now. (Laura also gave me her old copy of Two-Lane Blacktop -- the black sheep of all buddy movies -- starring Dennis Wilson, James Taylor, and the car from American Graffiti. I am so tickled to own this! Laura has graduated to the DVD.)
Now, on to the heat... It is SO hot here. At 6:30 tonight the heat index was 101° F, and the temperature was 92.1° F. Yow. When I got home tonight, the air conditioner had tripped the circuit breaker, and the temperature was reading 91° F on the upstairs thermostat. Oh, joy. (It's cooling down some now that I've connected the circuit again...)
I'm just grateful my car's running so well. It was in the shop last week, and it doesn't seem to be having that problem anymore... the one where it gets real hot and cuts off and won't start again, I mean. So I'm very happy. After all, it means we didn't get stuck in Waterbury this afternoon.
I just got in from a meeting of the [former] Manchester Slashers. We made a pilgrimage to Waterbury [Bootleg Capital of Connecticut] for CDs. And it was an especially triumphal trip! Laura found a hilarious CD featuring The Band and Tiny Tim (from the Basement Tapes era). You haven't lived til you've heard The Band singing backup for Tiny Tim on "Be My Baby." And I got the Bob Dylan Biograph set (which I've been meaning to get for awhile), Amy Ray's solo album (Stag), and... er... something else. Something that's a present for a relative. So I shouldn't say what it is, or who it's for, since most of my family reads this page now...
We really conquered Waterbury today, compared to what usually happens to us there. (We usually get dreadfully lost.) We went to Brass City Records first, because it's easy as pie to get to, and then we actually managed to find our way from there to Phoenix Records. This is quite an accomplishment. (You may remember that we gave up on Phoenix last January and just went to dinner after Brass City.) But it wasn't easy -- we still had to make a U-turn in the middle of Main Street, and make an illegal right-hand turn to get on the right street. In the end, Laura and I couldn't decide whether we managed it this time because (a) it was light outside (unlike January), (b) it wasn't raining (unlike January), or (c) there was lots of swearing (actually, that wasn't too different in January).
I really don't feel too bad about that. I'm sure I'm not the first person who has cried out in anguish on the streets of Waterbury, Connecticut, "I hate this fucking town!"
On top of all that great music I found in Waterbury, Laura gave me a CD she made of later Beach Boys stuff, and I've almost finished the third CD in my world music series, so there is a whole lot of music goin' on right now. (Laura also gave me her old copy of Two-Lane Blacktop -- the black sheep of all buddy movies -- starring Dennis Wilson, James Taylor, and the car from American Graffiti. I am so tickled to own this! Laura has graduated to the DVD.)
Now, on to the heat... It is SO hot here. At 6:30 tonight the heat index was 101° F, and the temperature was 92.1° F. Yow. When I got home tonight, the air conditioner had tripped the circuit breaker, and the temperature was reading 91° F on the upstairs thermostat. Oh, joy. (It's cooling down some now that I've connected the circuit again...)
I'm just grateful my car's running so well. It was in the shop last week, and it doesn't seem to be having that problem anymore... the one where it gets real hot and cuts off and won't start again, I mean. So I'm very happy. After all, it means we didn't get stuck in Waterbury this afternoon.
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