4 posts tagged “jude”
My heart goes out to my poor wife: less than 18 hours after being hauled offstage by Morrissey's bodyguard, she is currently at our first honest-to-god parent/teacher conference, trying to strike a balance between sticking up for our slightly weird kid and letting the teacher explain just what's been going on. I complain plenty about the schizoid nature of my daytime/nighttime existence, but this just puts me to shame.
I just got done booking two tickets to Colorado for the end of August so that Knucklehead #1 and myself can visit his grandparents on their home turf. I'm excited for any number of reasons - decent Mexican food, seeing some old friends, showing my son around where I grew up, letting him and his grandparents bond a bit, and just soaking up some serious Rocky Mountain atmosphere.
I never knew I'd miss the West as much as I do.
It's especially weird because I kind of hate my home town: Colorado Springs. I always tell people that if Donald Rumsfeld was a city, it would be Colorado Springs. It was always kind of a grey, conservative place, being home to no fewer than 5 military bases (and NORAD - it was strange growing up knowing you lived next door to the Soviets' #1 nuke target). And then in the early 90's, family-values and conservative Christian groups infested the city like so many bible-thumping cockroaches, and my town really changed right before my eyes.
So I miss it, and yet I hate it, and yet I can't wait to go back.
(The knucklehead in question)
A low-key day from beginning to end. Woke up to a power outage, which lasted until 8:30 in the morning or so. I automatically assumed someone had blown up a power plant in an act of New Year's terrorism. The missus assumed a drunk crashed into some kind of electrical equipment. It's the different flavors of our pessimism that keeps it interesting.
Once the power came on, I spent the morning drinking big cups of dark black coffee and trying to catch up with the world. I had two shows last night (not three) and was pleased with both of them, though the first was much better attended. All the new material is working well, and I'm finding good spots to mix it in with the old shit. A new ten minutes means I can finally stop doing several bits that are so ancient they creak. My heart's just not in 'em anymore, and it's obvious to everyone, the audience included. So I'm officially doing NOTHING from the first record and am already cycling out stuff from the second. Maybe last year wasn't as unproductive as I thought.
The balance of the day was spent playing video games with Jude, feeling guilty for letting my kid play video games, eating crappy - yet delicious - food, figuring out how to get my iPod sync'd with last.fm, and lying on our bed with Cam, chilling out and listing to what he calls "cowboy music (Dale Watson, Scott Biram, et al)." Wine with dinner, a quick shave, and here I am tippity typing until it's my turn to wrangle these knuckleheads into bed, which I expect will prompt more wine.
Happy New Year, you crazy six internet strangers who read this. Hope it's all you want it to be.
I'm awake, and have been for some time. Seems like a waste of a weekend morning, but that's just how desperate I am for some kid-free quiet time. So I'm drinking instant coffee, eating granola bars, and reading about the Red Sox. Later, I'll find someplace to hole up and finalize my set list for tomorrow's show. The jokes have all been de-fucked, and I think I can make my time easy, cool breeze.
Jude has his first crush on a girl. Her name's Wendy, and she rides the bus with him. He talks about her every day, and he's got it BAD. How bad? Well, yesterday he came home missing his front tooth. When we asked him what happened, he said, "Wendy punched me in the face, but I don't mind."
