road trip rememberies: part 6

on saturday, may 24, 2008, we visited the sacred alien landing grounds at roswell, new mexico. we also played in the white sands of, well, White Sands.

“now, how can you be from boston when you don’t have no dang accent?”

we’ve now crossed 2 time zones and are in a state without daylight savings time (”because it’s stupid,” said one arizonian avec twang). i’m a bit washed in the head, and there’s a lot to cover. so here we go!

we escaped from hobbs with hardly a scratch. however, as i jogged along north marland, a big angry dog in a pickup truck started yelling at me, causing me to jump about 6 feet in the air and fear for my life (he was really pissed off). finished my jog and got the hell outta dodge.

then, a 3-hour drive to roswell, new mexico, where a ufo ostensibly crashed about 60 years ago and was subsequently covered up by the government. in short, awesome. we laid down our 5 bucks and visited the international ufo museum and research center (www.roswellufomuseum.com) — and yes, we also thought it should really be the “intergalactic” ufo museum and reasearch center. it’s everything you want it to be and more! roswell’s main drag is a smorgasbord of ufo-jokey-gift shops and local businesses that milk the alien thing as much as possible. it’s a nerd paradise! i bought a magnet.

then, a long-ass drive through new mexico until we reached white sands national park, an 8-mile area featuring huge white sand dunes, caused by natural forces that we learned about in a video, but promptly forgot. thanks for the suggestion, everyone — we loved it. it’s a beautiful area, and we had a ton of fun playing around in the sand — which felt like a weird cross between a snowstorm and a beach. some fantastic photos will be part of the huge glut of pictures to be uploaded next week.

it was a long, dry, warm drive to get into arizona, but we finally made it across the border. we got to our best western in willcox at about 8pm — only to find that it was actually 7pm in arizona. once situated at the “hopi lounge” to watch the celtics/pistons game (celts win their first postseason road game! woooot!), our awesome bartendress, sue, explained the thing about arizona not participating in daylight savings time (”because it’s stupid.”) sue was great. after 2 dos equis, she said to me: “i know you’re a transplant to boston, because you don’t got no boston accent,” at which point i laughed and explained that i had lived in boston my whole life.

ahh, the south and southwest. nearly empty bars. cowboy hats. spurs. twangs. racial epithets dropped in casual convesation. and fucking excellent hot sauce. this time tomorrow, we live in los angeles. anyone want to give me a job?

CDs logged: the age of plastic (the buggles); the crane wife (the decemberists); darkness on the edge of town (bruce springsteen); full moon fever, into the great wide open, wildflowers (tom petty); made in the dark (hot chip); magic (bruce springsteen); nuggest, volume 1.

 
 
7 Responses:
  Troeltsch Says:
  May 25th, 2008 at 3:20 am
  what did you think of nuggets?
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  Lorelei Says:
  May 25th, 2008 at 3:35 am
  Judging by my own TX-to-CA road trip, during which I spent the night in a frat house in Tucson, you should be in LA before or around sundown tomorrow. It  would help if you, unlike me, fail to lose your wallets in Tucson and then   freak out about it in the Phoenix suburbs.
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  Troeltsch Says:
  May 25th, 2008 at 3:40 am
  i thought you were going to santa fe. Why the change?
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  DoorFrame Says:
  May 25th, 2008 at 10:20 am
  That route would have involved a 10.5 hour driving day, which would have been a lot longer than the 8/8.5 hour driving days we’ve been doing.   Plus, this route brings us through Yuma (right along the border) and then San   Diego. It’s a trade-off.
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  Troeltsch Says:
  May 25th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
  You’re taking the 8? Big mistake, but too late to do anything about it, I guess. Plenty of time to see SD later.
  [.]
  nach Says:
  May 27th, 2008 at 6:33 pm
  one day i’ll make it to the ufo museum. it better be quick, because i think my parents are moving out of hobbs in a year and a half  your writing about hobbs is cracking me up.
  [.]
  DoorFrame Says:
  May 28th, 2008 at 1:23 am
  Hobbs had a lot going for it. And by a lot, I mean oil derricks.
  [.]

 

i'm in a ufo state of mind.

the great white desert. almost had to leave brian behind.

road trip rememberies: part 5

by friday, may 23, 2008, texas had begun to wear us down. the alamo was a highlight, lunch was not, and we ended up in a honky-tonk in hobbs, new mexico.

texas; and beyond the infinite.

friday was a fun and harrowing day (aren’t they all?)

started out heading north to san antone, where we saw the alamo. i desperately wanted to ask where the basement is, but it’s just not that kind of environment. lots of school groups, no official tour, wandering, and hard-core sherrif-looking people guarding the important stuff. it was way cool.

then we had lunch in a mall food court. meh.

but the best part was the long afternoon drive northward towards new mexico. lots of really pretty landscapes, plateaus, mesas(?) and brush. the highways are long and traffic is sparse. temperatures reached the 100s, it feels, but we (and the car) were fine.

also, we saw a really giant shovel attached to a truck: clearly some kind of construction tool. it was mobile and terrifying to pass. it was yellow. brian loved it.

finally, after about 7 hours, we reached our fiday night stomping ground of hobbs, new mexico — birthplace and home of our very own nacho. nacho’s hometown is under some construction right now, so the main drag is a little baffling and scary. and there was some drama regarding finding the motel. but the less said about that, the better.

we’ve crossed another time zone! two down, one to go.

but the good news is that across the street there’s a steakhouse with a bar. go lakers!

CDs logged: greetings from asbury park, born to run, nebraska, born in the usa,
the rising (bruce springsteen); london calling (the clash); scarecrow (john
mellencamp); i get wet (andrew w.k.); appetite for destruction (guns ‘n roses).

***update: “us red sox fans aren’t doing too well tonight.”

so, an update. on nacho’s suggestion, we ate at cattle baron, a steakhouse/seafood/salad bar. we thoroughly enjoyed the salad bar, the bread, the spinach artichoke dip, and i had a good time with a “fat tire” on draught, a nice caramel-ish amber wheat ale. entrees were good if not overly impressive: brian liked his steak and i thought the catfish was a solid choice, though i harbor a teensy bit of regret over not trying the orange-bourbon salmon.

but enough of that: we drove back to our motel, parked the car, and headed right across the street to the hobbs family inn, where if you enter a forbidding door off the lobby, you will find a tiny little divey honky-tonk, complete with cowboy hats, spurs, and a guitarist playing country against a drum machine. faneffingtastic. a whole host of oddities await you in this little space — and the beer (no daught; bottles only) runs you a cool 3 bucks.

after a few rounds, we were about ready to jet, since it was getting crowded. but not before i bonded with a tall thin latino dude wearing a red sox hat — he verified his sox status with a huge grin, wide arms, and his proclamation: “i love big papi!” and we high-fived.

after a few minutes, he turns to me and says: “man, it’s nothing but old ladies in here!” and we laughed. i shook my head and defended myself: “don’t ask me, i’m from outta town.” he says: “i don’t think us red sox fans are doing too well tonight.”

now we’re trying to book for tucson. 48 hours from now, we’ll be in los angeles.

2 Responses:
  nach Says:
  May 24th, 2008 at 11:15 am
  HAHA! I can’t believe you actually drove through Hobbs. You are the 2nd and 3rd of my east coast friends to actually make it out there… and the first  without me being around.  Country music bars are always good fun. No one takes himself seriously. Plus you can see a good two step once in awhile.
  [.]
  JW Says:
  May 24th, 2008 at 8:45 pm
  Old ladies? You mean cougars…
  [.]

the alamo. i did not ask about the basement. it just seemed inappropriate.

anywhere, usa.

road trip rememberies: part 4

on day 4 of our journey, may 22, 2008, i had one of the greatest sandwiches i’ve ever experienced. i heart texas.

jody leigh’s and thirsty thursdays, or, man, i love texas!

huzzah for thirsty thursdays! but more on that later. your humble narrator was feeling penitent after the n’orleans gorgefest, so i started out the day with a muggy/humid 10-lap run around the parking lot of our hotel in baton rouge. after some fruit salad and a sorta-stale biscuit, we hit the road again.

a little bit about driving: brian and i have developed a regular schedule. i typically drive the ford from 9am-ish until 2:30 or so (with a lunch stop), while brian drives in the afternoons to whatever “fun” destination we’ve planned (dinner, e.g.) and then to our hotel at night. works pretty well — but for some reason, i seem to get all of the roadwork during my drive time. also, it leaves me with an inability to take photos, since i’m driving, so most of my pictures/videos are taken after 4pm.

and, oh yeah, there are a shitload of dead bugs all across my windshield. totally gross! we clean at every gas stop — but they just keep committing buggy suicide on my ride.

when in texas, i highly recommend stopping in vidor and having lunch at jody leigh’s, a darlin’ little roadside stop that might just be the best and friendliest meal you’ll have all day. great timing: the skies opened up and poured in a flashy lightning show — but only for the exact 45 minutes we were scarfing down our lunch. nice! our waitress was a hoot (although brian keeps calling her a “filthy liar” for telling us we wouldn’t get to corpus christi until dark — we arrived well before the sun went down). i had the cajun shrimp burger with grilled onions and grilled jalapenos. it was incredible.

hilarious signs decorating jody leigh’s walls: “fat people are harder to kidnap,” “honey, i didn’t ask you to dance, i said you look fat in those pants.” also, there was a giant chicken statue outside. everything about this place was great.

then, a long-ass drive to corpus christi. we arrived at 6:30pm, just in time for a game at whattaburger field, home of the corpus christi hooks (houston’s triple-A affiliate)! astros pitcher wandy rodriguez got the start, so that was cool. it’s a beautiful, newish park — and oddly enough, they have a mini-citgo sign out in right field, that lights up in the same patterns as the big citgo sign in kenmore square. the hooks dropped a close one, 4-3, but hey — today was thirsty thursday! that means draught beers were half-price! wooooot! i love minor league parks: i got a slice of pizza, a jalapeno-stuffed pretzel, and 2 huge beers, all for 12 bucks.

quick fantasy baseball update: thanks to a mike lowell grand slam (!), i’m kicking the crap out of brian! best. trip. EVER!

now we’re at our hotel — a drury inn. everyone’s so nice down here, and generally pretty funny. the check-in guy was no exception. even though brian rented the room, he asked for my name, “in case of emergency. o’ course, i always plan my emergencies for earlier in the week, so you should be fine.” and, oh yeah, they have a treadmill.

CDs logged: smile (the jayhawks); the ghosts that haunt me (crash test dummies); time was (steve barkhimer); morrison hotel (the doors); being there (wilco); post-war (m. ward); honeycomb (frank black); venue songs (they might be giants).
 
5 Responses:
  Troeltsch Says:
  May 23rd, 2008 at 1:10 am
  whataburger field! seems like a great place for an invitational!
  [.]
  Troeltsch Says:
  May 23rd, 2008 at 1:12 am
  Also, I LOVE Drury Inns. As they say “the extras aren’t extra.” Like, (at least at the one we stayed in in Houston) free beer at happy hour, free breakfast with eggs and waffles and sausage, free wireless, free gym, and we  paid something like $50-60 a night.
  [.]
  Lorelei Says:
  May 23rd, 2008 at 2:01 am
  The eggs were powdered, dude. However, the price was right. Are we gonna hear from Brian, or are you the mouthpiece in this partnership?
  [.]
  DoorFrame Says:
  May 23rd, 2008 at 9:36 am
  I’m the belligerent co-pilot. I speak infrequently.
  [.]
  Tom Says:
  May 23rd, 2008 at 12:30 pm
  Even reading the menu is giving me heartburn.
  [.]

yep.

whattaburger field, home of the corpus christi hooks. nice citgo sign!

road trip rememberies: part 3

on may 21, 2008, we drove through maybe 20 states en route to new orleans. we also drove over a really long bridge. then there was pie. it was awesome.

i like taking pictures of food and the waitstaff should be flattered.

another long day. georgia, alabama, mississippi, and louisiana in just 9 hours. holy shit!

we were barely in georgia this morning, hitting the road at 9:30am and rocketing right into alabama. brian is having a hell of a hard time maintaining his goal of buying a souvenir shotglass in every state — and i gave up on my similar idea of postcard-collecting a few days ago. some of these rest stops just aren’t very well stocked with such goods. corn nuts, yes. casino gambling, sure. miniature confederate flags, you bet. shotglasses and postcards? surprisingly lacking.

a little after noon, we decided to “get lost” in greenville, alabama and find a local lunch spot. we’re frankly tired of subways and other chains. so we found the “historic” downtown greenville (all 2 blocks of it) and had a delightful lunch at “the chef’s table,” a cute little buffet-style spot run by a slew of lil’ old ladies who were jus’ darlin’, and chided brian for not eating enough. your humble narrator, however, gorged himself on the fish sandwich, cornbread and fried okra.

there were a few dodgy gas stations and rest stops on the way — including RJ’s barbecue exxon, where you can get 2 bbq sandwiches for $6, and the aforementioned confederate flag mementos.

then the exciting part. we convinced mandy, our lovely little GPS helper, to take us the long way into n’orleans — via the lake pontchartrain causeway. it consists of two parallel bridges that, together, make up the longest bridge in the world (in total length). it was quite lovely and extremely bumpy. we were on it for 20-25 minutes to get to jefferson parish. you know, where all that shit went down.

and then — n’orleans! we valet parked in the french quarter and wandered around until we found a menu good for both of us (brian doesn’t like spicy food or fish. why exactly am i friends with him?) we settled on la bayou restaurant (la has an accent of some sort over it) and it was rad. first of all, they recommended an albida amber ale (albida’s a local brewery) and delivered it in a giant 22-oz plastic cup. then, we were offered an albida summer wheat — which may be (actually, IS) even better than a sam summer.

for dinner? brian went with a filet mignon (”good, but spicy” — how are those two adjectives distinct?!) and me — i went with the special, which was an incredible pesto with gulf shrimp, crab meat, and crawfish. holy crap, it was incredible. and for dessert? why, the pecan pie with vanilla bean ice cream, of course! at this point, i was drunk and taking photos of the food because, well, how else would i remember it? the waitstaff was baffled. one waitress stood behind me quizzically. the bartender came over and said: “man, that pie looks so good, i’ma gonna take a pitcher of it — oh wait, you already did!” we all had a laugh. then i ate delicious, delicious pie.

next, a lovely drive over more bridges and marshland to get to baton rouge, where we now lay our weary heads. but only for a few minutes, because the second half of lakers-spurs is starting up soon, and there’s a bar named corky’s just a couple of yards away!

CDs logged: out of time, accelerate (2 albums by rem); the stage names (okkervil river); highway 61 revisited (bob dylan); state songs (john linnell); 12 golden country greats (ween); blood on the tracks (bob dylan); ghost colors (cut copy).

 
 
2 Responses:
  crazymonk Says:
  May 21st, 2008 at 11:51 pm
  Corky’s! That ain’t no normal bar, that’s a well-known BBQ chain. My friend Jason’s family, who were originally from the South, used to bring up loads of   Corky’s BBQ sauce up to Connecticut for long-term use.
  [.]
  Lorelei Says:
  May 22nd, 2008 at 1:37 am
  You did BUY the Confederate flag knickknacks, right?
  [.]

the lake pontchartrain bridge (2 bridges side-by-side, actually) is the longest ass bridge ever.

they made fun of me for taking this picture. i take pictures of everything. especially food. especially delicious pie.

road trip rememberies: part 2

on day 2 of our journey, may 20, 2008, we headed deeper into the southlands, getting stuck in atlanta traffic en route to a rainy braves game.

they probably should stop that “tomahawk chop” thing.

today was all about getting from richmond to atlanta by 7pm for a braves-mets game. we hit the road earlyish, dismayed at some morning showers. but those cleared up swiftly and we found ourselves spending 8 hours or so on 85-S, also known as “jeremy’s favorite highway ever.” sparse traffic for most of it (though a little congested near durham, nc), and relatively little confusion.

85 unleashed jeremy’s personal speed demon and the rookie driver reaches speeds of 80+ before turning the keys over to brian for the remainder of the day.

at 5:45pm we hit a wall of traffic outside of ted turner’s stomping grounds and wound up going from “very early for the game” to “we might not make first pitch at 7:10.” on top of that, it is damn near impossible to find turner field using either a) road signs, b) a GPS or c) common sense. we almost found it by accident — but never quite found the parking for which we pre-paid. we did find other parking for which we paid… again. and rushed to make the 7:10 start time. which was moot — rain delays kept the game from starting until 8:50pm. we were safely under cover in the upper deck for the early part of the storm and were treated to some lovely visuals of dark clouds and lightning. then, the levees burst and we got fully dumped on: rain, wind, thunder, wrath of Ted, etc. got nice and soaked for a solid 15 minutes.

then, a rainbow.

then, baseball.

then, we left after the 7th inning stretch.

turner field was full to maybe 19% capacity. and yes, they still do that “tomahawk chop” business which is really fairly inappropriate.

but hey, guess what they have at turner field? veggie burgers! so, that was a bonus.

now we’re at a best western outside atlanta with a wake-up call scheduled for 7:30am.

tomorrow: new orleans and baton rouge!

CDs logged: mix by jay; mix by brian; graceland (paul simon – yes, again); deja vu (csny); blonde on blonde (bob dylan); stand by me (soundtrack); sticky fingers (rolling stones); bat out of hell (meat loaf).

4 Responses:
  Los Angeles Anthony Says:
  May 21st, 2008 at 1:18 am
  Since you are doing a lot of the route that my wife and I did two scant months ago, may I recommend a few things. Go to White Sand National Park in New Mexico (I think you would have to detour a bit). It is pretty cool. If you can bring a sled, do so. You can sled on the sand. Also, in New orleans, go to an area called the French Quarter. Okay, that was a joke. But go to a restaurant called Cochon. Amazing food. It does mean pig, and your veggie burger comment makes me think you are a vegetarian, which makes you a GIANT pussy, but they have great veggie food as well. And the baked oysters are amazing, as are the  rabbit and dumplings. Also, why no Austin? The LBJ museum is really cool and you should go see a film at the Alamo Drafthouse. And drive as fast as you can  this that shithole known as Texas. See you guys when you get to LA.
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  jeremybgg Says:
  May 21st, 2008 at 8:52 am
  i lobbied for austin but somehow it was left out of the itinerary. we’ll see if i can’t convince taskmaster — er, TRIPmaster — brian to make the halftime adjustment. we’ll look into cochon. i am not a complete vegetarian, as i eat fish. so i’m desperate for some crawfish in louisiana (the other la). if possible, will try the baked oysters. and i’ll check the overfilled trunk for a sled. but i may have left rosebud at home.
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  Mike Says:
  May 21st, 2008 at 11:45 am
  I’ll second the recommendation for White Sands. When Vanessa and I traveled across the country, White Sands was definitely one of the highlights. I think  there’s a fairly brisk black market of people buying and selling sleds in the park, so you might get lucky.
  [.]
  Lorelei Says:
  May 22nd, 2008 at 1:42 am
  Austin is the only part of Texas I would consider stopping in, absent some sort of financial incentive. Well, I guess San Antonio might be OK, but the  other major cities are shit holes ringed by soul-less suburbs full of Jesus freaks and catty Junior Leaguers and crappy chain restaurants. By contrast,  Austin is full of freaks and geeks. And the place is too huge for you to not stop anywhere at all. So go to Austin.
  Signed,
  Still Traumatized By Living in Texas Suburbs for 15 Months
  [.]

ted's house. remember how the braves were the red sox' "natural" interleague play rival even though the braves hadn't been in boston for about 150 years? yeah, that was weird.

 

it rained for an hour and we got wet. then the sky was pretty.

road trip rememberies: part 1

1 year ago, on may 19, 2008, i skipped town and headed for the west coast. here’s a remembery of the blogging of that trip.

12 hours of immobility or, the tappan zee who?

this morning i began the first leg of what can safely be called the ridiculous and ill-conceived plan: move to los angeles and, oh yeah, drive there. got my license 2 months ago. got a car 6 weeks ago. turn west: now go.

to summarize: today was easily one of the 3 most trying and difficult days of my life. spoiler alert: i made it safely to dc to pick up brian and then we made it safely to a days inn near richmond. that’s where i’m currently typing this report.

started in boston, drove through hartford, nyc, baltimore, stopped in dc and then headed to richmond. where did i first get lost? why, in boston, of course. lived there for 29 years and today, i couldn’t find the pike. circled around government center and the north end for about 30 minutes before finally making it rightward to I-90 and then I-84.

experts advised taking the tappan zee bridge and avoiding the g.w.  bridge and 95 until jersey. well i saw one sign for the tappan zee, and never another. took 87 through a toll (by the way: i’ve spent about $190 in tolls today) and the kind little new york toll lady gave me a dirty look and said “naw,” when i asked if this was the way to the tappan zee. luckily, i was already driving away at that point. missed the tappan zee, and so missed any chance at swiftness and promptly wound up driving on 278 through the bronx, queens, brooklyn and
possibly staten island.

never thought i’d say this: but i was so happy to be in new jersey. finally.

basically smooth sailing until a brief mix-up in baltimore — but, serendipitously, the GPS took me by camden yards to get back on the highway, so there’s that.

a little bit of a traffic slow-down in maryland — why? because of a couch in the middle of the highway. a few miles later, a couch cushion came flying at me and i expertly swerved to avoid it.

but this is long and boring. here i am in our motel room, finally internetting, and what do i learn? red sox pitcher jon lester threw a no-hitter tonight to celebrate my departure from the hub. thanks jon! but the best part is two-fold: 1) i added lester to my fantasy team this week and 2) my current opponent coincidentally happens to be my traveling companion! someone up there is smiling at me! it’s about time.

CDs logged: who’s next (the who); mixes by jay (2); mix by merv; graceland (paul simon); vampire weekend (vampire weekend); momofuku (elvis costello); legend (bob marley); who’s next (again).
 
5 Responses:
  Adam Says:
  May 20th, 2008 at 9:40 am
  I’m shocked and chagrined that you somehow managed to avoid that couch cushion. I tossed it all the way from Boston just to keep you from leaving.  Who knew you’d develop such Paperboy-esque skills so soon?  Alas.
  [.]
  Brother Jeffrey Says:
  May 20th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
  I like Vampire Weekend.
  [.]
  Daniel Says:
  May 20th, 2008 at 4:57 pm
  You missed the Tapan Zee WITH a GPS? Ohh, lordy, L.A.’s gonna toast your ass.  But thrilled you’re both coming west nevertheless!
  [.]
  jbg. Says:
  May 20th, 2008 at 11:55 pm
  in my defense, mandy (my gps) wanted nothing to do with the tappan zee. she was all about the gw and 95. the tappan zee was my idea; and patient co-pilot   that she is, she remained neutral on the subject and tried her best to help me through a rough spot.
  [.]
  catherine Says:
  May 22nd, 2008 at 1:51 pm
  Jeremy,
  It’s not too late to go back and try again for the Tapan Zee you know!
  Let’s get it right.
  [.]

i was never happier to be in new jersey.

proving i made it safely to d.c.

ich bin ein bandleader

during a particularly fruitful trip to the goodwill in santa monica the other week, i scored not 1 but 2 glenn miller war broadcast CDs.

of particular note is the CD that contains interviews in german.

i found the translations especially awesome, mostly because there’s a blurring between the shoddy translation and miller’s own shoddy german:

i know, i showed up late.

i haven’t exactly been paying close attention to the radio for, oh, say 10 years.  and i was an alt-radio devotee throughout high school and most of college. but when they were all like “guess who’s famous? limp bizkit!“, i was all like “guess who’s turning off the radio? this guy!“

but i’m not a complete cultural moron. i had heard of The Killers, and I had definitely heard some of their hits. but i wasn’t paying close attention. they faded into the background. up until 1 month ago, i assumed every song i didn’t know was by The Killers. to the best of my knowledge, every song from the past 6-7 years that wasn’t by U2, Weezer, or Outkast was actually by The Killers.

then came this song called “Human.”

are we human or are we dancer?

my sign is vital, my hands are cold

it was kind of background noise for several weeks until i actually started to hear it.

and i’m on my knees looking for the answer

it’s stark and beautiful and weird and catchy. i listened to it 3 times in a row in the car. then i was certain: it’s a great song.

it turns out, they have a lot of great songs that i’d heard but not heard.

now they’re going to bed

and my stomach is sick

and it’s all in my head

and of course

i got soul but i’m not a soldier

so i call a mulligan on The Killers. okay? i’m late, i know, but here i am.

“hey jeremy, you keep talking about a giant foot. what the hell is that all about?”

well, it’s all about Spamalot.

and here’s my blog post at Backstage Pass regarding today’s huge SPAMAPALOOZA event.

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