Hello and good Sunday morning tomorrow! You read that right. Through the miracle of modern Kosification I am writing a significant portion of this diary last night. Upon reading this revelation, you, dear reader, may be wondering two things:
1: Why would you do such a thing Lockewasright? These diaries are about a real time jam session that we all share with your brood!
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B: Could you lay off of the commas please?
Have no fear with regard to that first item. I took my wife to work this morning and then the kids and I came home. We're here getting our groove on just like we do every week I just didn't want to try and get back and then scramble to put a diary together before my usual publishing time. Besides, the publishing manager is a new doohickey and that means that I just have to play with it.
With regard to item number B, you're out of luck.
Now that we've settled that I will explain why it is they I took my wife to work this morning instead of sleeping for another half hour or so between her departure and the kids getting up as is the usual routine. Every year there is a festival in neighboring Chandler, Arizona known as the Ostrich Festival. It's called that because it features ostrich races. That's not something which holds a lot of allure for me, but the festival has grown each year. There have been vendors, rides and activities added along with live musical entertainment. Today's fun is headlined by The Spinners! They're a little bit off of the beaten path for me, but the tickets are not very expensive and I like this one. My wife loves it.
So, we will be picking her up when her shift ends and then heading straight to the Ostrich Festival. For her to come home first would take too long and we'd miss some of the show.
I suppose, now that we've strayed from the beaten path with The Spinners, we can return to my usual ho-hum habit of boring you to death with mainstream stuff the everyone hears 24 times a day on pop radio.
For instance, this is just just some more of your standard electric banjo wielding bluegrass New Yorker named after a Hungarian composer, meets celitc scales climbing, meets jazz sax, meets Krishna, meets whatever that cat stage left is playing... stuff. (Apparently the love child of an Oreck upright vacuum and a bag pipe had an unprotected one night stand with one of those guitars from that 'Rock Band' video game). We've all seen that combo countless times.
I mean sure, every once in a while I am good for an obscure, off the wall band that nobody's ever heard of like this next one. But, even so, uncouth longhairs from the british invasion era playing music in a style that predates the band by 4 decades or so is practically a cliche!
You'd think, with spring coming, I might be inspired to find the sort of thing that you don't get to see every day to share with you.
But, no siree! I just stick with the unfortunate trend of the last few decades where "artists" don't even put in the effort to master and instrument and instead plug in an program redundant beats and overlay sampled clips of skilled music from an era when talent counted for something.
At least I could find a clever or entertaining story in song form or something!
Or perhaps I could track down something by 2 independently successful and beloved artists performing together for your listening pleasure. (Billy F. Gibbons of ZZ TOP and B.B. King of... well... general awesomeness)
It's really plain to see that I am going to need to elevate the skill level of the music in these diaries. (In honor of my brother's move last week from Columbus, Ohio to Key West, Florida.)
Sorry for the weird mood reflected in the diary this week folks. Thanks for bearing with me. As always, we're very thankful for the time that you spend with us. We hope that you have enjoyed the music and we really hope that you will join us in the comments section to add whatever tunes you feel like adding to the jam session or just to chew the fat.
Remember, Todd and Lila love you.
P.S. Lila requests that you please do something nice for somebody with four legs and a furry butt who is maybe fallen upon hard times today if you can.