Hump Day again. Of course, this being a four day week, the humping has come upon us more quickly and more furiously than usual.
We had a good Crack practice last night. We played lots of songs and jammed a lot. We rocked quite a bit. We did not, however, play topical songs in order to reflect our obsession with catastrophe and the news media (see Mono Ensemble playing "When the Levee Breaks" by Zep and "New Orleans is Sinking" by The Hip at Monday practice). Despite popular demand, Crack may very well be playing a gig in October. If we play at Momo's, Kelly Gonzales can't come because she's in a quarrel with the owner. Anyway, I'll keep you posted.
Not too much else to report. Cold Play is the watered down version of Radiohead; Oasis is the watered down version of The Beatles (so sayeth Crack, so sayeth the flock). Rehnquist is dead, and Roberts is on his way to being confirmed. Crackbass is deathly afraid that Roberts is the anti-christ and has been professionally groomed so as to stay off of the political radar in anticipation of this moment. Crackbass may be right.
Kinky Friedman is running for governor of Texas, and I'm thinking I may support the man (the Democrats are gonna get schooled, anyway, and at least Kinky won't be afraid to get in there to fight and mix things up). Anyway, if he really wants a job working in the snake pit that is Texas politics, he'll probably get my vote. Here's his site:
One more shout out to Jennifer Kraber over there in civil law world. I'm really glad you're happier over there, Jennifer, but I (and we) miss you over in criminal court!