You Only Live Once

Although it should be noted that some guy in northern South dakota lived twice by mistake. Kinda weird.

Anyways, I noted the concerts for the year (so far) last time, so I might as well look ahead to planned travelling, as I've managed to stumble upon a year where I actually get to go somewhere more exotic than Diane's house (not that I don't enjoy her house, of course).

-A "for the hell of it" trip to Chicago, maybe in mid-May, or there-abouts. Or maybe it's an anniversary trip for me and JK. Either one works. Should I wear my Cardinals jersey?

-A trip to Janice's aunt's house in Wisconsin in early June. I know nothing about WI, save that roof is pronounced...um..."reuf"? and rag is "reg." I should bone up on my Coach Z accent, I guess. It'll be fun!

-And a trip to the Ozarks in August (I think). I haven't been to the Ozark area since...um...the last time I was there. Mom?

So I actually get to visit a new state. The last new state I visited was Georgia, and that's because we lived there. Which I often forget. That was 15 years ago this May when we moved back. I have only vague memories of the town, and I don't recall them being that exciting. That said, if I find myself down that way some time, I wouldn't mind driving through to see what it's like. Maybe I'll do a Georgia-themed post later.

"Georgia on My Mind."

Come on, you know you were thinking it, too.

I actually have enough home-made music now to constitute an album of sorts, so anything new I record will fall to, yes, a second album. Which is a weird thing to think about, since I never had any intention of writing any music when I started lessons way back when. It was simply going to be learn some U2 and Floyd and be happy with that. Weird. I still can't write lyrics to save my life. Well, I can't write anything I want to actually look at three weeks later. The key, maybe, is to write something that isn't limited to a particular mood. That way, it stands up better.

Anyone wanting a copy of what I have recorded is welcome to it.

I haven't "given up" on the Blues, per se, but it's getting harder and harder to muster up any excitement when they play. And I hate that, because I really enjoy the game itself, and woul like to watch more. But a crappy team does wonders for driving the urge down. This might be a prime "otter-tunity" for some River Otters games.

And start an official Spring Training countdown. We're a mere 45 days from the first actual game. Woot.

Tonight is my final soccer game for a while. May marks the end of bowling at Trop. Soccer is being replaced with volleyball, and bowling will turn into dance lessons. Throw in some swimming on Fridays, and I'm gonna be on busy man this year.

So expect my next album not this year.


I don't want to take any chances. We should play in a band, just to be safe.
Dave

Return of the Mudslingers

Ah.

After a year off doing, well, whatever musical geniuses (genii?) do when not touring, they are coming back to us once again with new music and a new tour. Perhaps you've forgotten them?

-A being from the year 2050 wielding the mighty synth-axe drumitar.
-A bass player who plays so much bass guitar they use all three of his names.
-A one-man horn section who likes wearing his hair upside-down.
-Some guy on banjo who's so good, they named the band after him.

Mmmm. The Flecktones are back with new music and, even better, a new tour. Not to slight the album, of course, but I like seeing the band in person more than listening to them on CD. What makes the tour really cool is getting to see them on back-to-back nights in KC and STL in a couple months. A week earlier, Cowboy Mouth will be in town supporting their new album. And, a few short weeks after the 'Tones shows, Blue Öyster Cult will be in town for a couple shows. No new music to support in their case, just a bunch of old farts playing loud rock 'n roll. The fun thing about a BOC show is that I'm usually the youngest in a crowd of guys in their 40s. Whoo! However, if Janice comes, I'll have someone younger than me for a change.

So March/April are shaping up to be good music months. February, too, since the new 'Tones and CM albums come out on consecutive weeks.

Also just a few weeks away: pitchers and catchers report to Florida or wherever for Spring Training. After a dismal Rams', and a pretty ho-hum Blues team, it'll be nice to have baseball back once again. Shoot, I might even be able to get excited about Larry Bigbie. Went downtown last week for a SLU Billikins game at Savvis, and caught a glimpse of where Busch used to be, and where it is now, if you catch my drift. I hadn't seen old Busch since the end of last season, so seeing a bunch of nothing where it should be was pretty weird. New pictures of construction show the infield beginning to take shape at Busch II, which made me smile. It's looking like a pretty snazzy joint. Although traffic on 40 should be extra-careful on game nights, just in case.

Yeah, early ought-six is looking pretty good. On the horizon, my car insurance will go down in September, janice goes legal later this month, and I'm going to try my hand at growing some veggies in my yard.


Good times a-comin'.
Dave

I Heard it Through the Grapevine

Haired it? Hoid it? Heired it? However John Fogerty's singing it. Whatever. It's all good. All eleven minutes.

Wait. Steve is attempting to figure out how he actually says it in the song.

Huheed, apparently. You hoid it hear first.

But! That's not why I'm posting. I'm posting because I've not posted since the last time I posted which was sometime last week, I think. And I refuse to let this valuable bit of web space go to waste. That's reserved for my website, which I really should, I dunno, do something with. I mean, I am paying for it and all. But that's another post.

I don't really feel like posting about Christmas. Not because I had a bad time. On the contrary, I had a most wonderful time. I just don't really feel like doing a blow-by-blow recount of the weekend. I imagine my week off has contributed mightily to my overall feeling of laziness. I do enjoy being a slug, but I have to say, it saps the drive to do much of anything else pretty well.

In fact...I lost my train of thought. Steve put a penguin movie in, and my will to finish posting is gone. Year in review, maybe, possibly, if I feel like it later. When I get around to it. Or not.

Posting is quite hard when your brain won't work. I apologize for the lameness of this "update." I'll be personally apologizing to everyone, so watch your doors.

pppbhhhhhhhh,
Dave

U2 pictures? U2 pictures!

Yes, I'm stealing a phrase I never really use. So there. Apologies to any dial-up folks out there besides myself.

This is your life!

Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band
Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band::	U2
Are you male or female::	Pete the Chop
Describe yourself::	The Wanderer
How do some people feel about you::	A Different Kind of Blue
How do you feel about yourself::	Even Better Than the Real Thing
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend::	Lady With the Spinning Head
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend::	Two Hearts Beat as One
Describe where you want to be::	In God's Country
Describe what you want to be::	Things to Make and Do
Describe how you live::	One Step Closer
Describe how you love::	Always Forever Now
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"Any secrets you'd like to confess, Larry Mullen, Jr.?"

So I know you're all sitting around wondering to yourselves "when's he gonna post about the U2 concert?

How about now?



I don't know if it's one of those old saws or not, but I imagine a lot of people, after waiting a long time for something or other, can build up pretty high expectations in their mind, and whatever it is may not live up to them. The risk is especially high in my case, considering I've been listening to recordings of the tour from the day afer it started up until my recent month-long exile. There's a lot at stake, expecially considering how much it costs to attend a U2 show.

With that said, I'm happy to report that when one is dealing with U2, one's expectations are rarely let down. 'Twas a wonderful show, complete with some golden oldies like 'Gloria,' side-project track 'Miss Sarajevo,' and my new favorite, 'Original of the Species.' At no addtional charge to us, the audience, we even got a cover of John Lennon's 'Instant Karma,' which was surprisingly good. Part of me would have liked one of their own songs, say 'Crumbs From Your Table,' but I don't think I'm going to complain. I think it'd be too easy to nit pick about what was played and what wasn't instead of simply enjoying the show for what it was.

I will admit, though, that on a purely emotional level, this show didn't compare to the Chicago show of 2001. But on an overall level, this might have been better, maybe because the new material is a lot stronger. The house was full, the band was on, save for a timing mishap during 'Bullet,' and all was well.

And the light curtain is very drool worthy.

Did I mention they played 'Original of the Species?' Man, I love that song.

Lots of cool moments during the show: the light curtain, especially suring 'Vertigo,' Bono going ape-shit on his little drum during 'Love and Peace,' the little kid Bono brought on stage during 'Sunday Bloody Sunday,' the "old geezer" playing piano on 'Yahweh,' and Bono and Edge sharing a mad dash* around the stage during 'Until the End of the World.'

One thing I was worried about was that after waiting so long just to get to the show, it would fly by in a blink. Thankfully, it really didn't seem to zip along too fast, so I was able to soak in every moment.

Even better, the seats were dynamite. Pretty good, considering I let the Ticketmaster website do all the hard work.

The only real downer is that now I've got no U2 to look forward to. For the past nine months, it was always there, waiting in the wings. Now that the show's over, it's created a bit of a void. Thankfully, we've got back-to-back 'Tones shows and a couple of Mouth shows early next year.

And hey, more recordings of U2 to look forward to!



She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah
Dave




*Odds are good that Bono would have caught up with Mr. The Edge if Edge hadn't stopped behind Larry's drum kit. Still, I've never seen him up there, and having the entire band clustered together at the end of the song around the drums was pretty snazzy.

Inside Out

The nice thing about posting this way is that I barely have to think of anything new to type. I'll just let my own words do the talking for me! It's like this thing wrote itself, almost. I thought about using ALA style for Janice's sake, but decided not to.

Anyways.

January
With Steve's successive viewing of The Princess Bride, I think that leaves me as one of the few people on earth who have yet to watch it.

February
Is it possible to lose your train of thought before you've even started thinking?

March
Many thanks to all the submissions for Miss MaxRes 2005.

April
According to mum, who never lies; ever, all baptized males are eligible to be elected Pope.

May
Finally getting to the third point I meant to get to at some point last week.

June
I have just discovered that iTunes, the service, is pretty cool.

July
I have two words to describe my recent Holiday of the Month: On weeeeeeed!!!

August
Good friend Tom has this poster in his basement.

September
Calvin and Hobbes is back in newspapers.

October
Well, despite Isringhausen's best efforts to give all of St. Louis a massive corronary, the Cardinals are up 1-0 after dispatching the Fathers of San Diego 8-5.

November
If memory serves, today marks the eighth anniversary of seeing U2 for the first time back on the PopMart tour.

December
One of the the great things in life, I think, is hearing a song on the radio you haven't heard in many a year, and remembering how cool it was back in the day when it was new.


So if, in some odd way, this was the only set of memories I had from 2005, what would I have to say about this year?

On weeeeeeeeed!!!!

Yeah, yeah. That's it.

U2 in two days. Excellent.

I have coined a new term: ninjosity. Essentially, how much ninja-ness a person may or may not have. Stupid, yes, but lots of fun to say. Try it!

Finally: if you need tomatoes, please ask, as I have recently acquired a few cans of them.


You say tomater, I zader matermorts.
Dave

Third and Ten

My neighbor, who shall remain nameless, because I can't remember his name, has one of those fancy-type-fountains-with-the-flowing-water in his back yard. That's all fine and dandy. He also has it running constantly right now, and at last check, it was cold enough to freeze your Winnebago outside. I'm not complaining, but it does seem silly. Or maybe he likes sitting on his patio in his boxers with temperatures covering around freaking cold degrees.

Janice and I attended our first Rams game today, respectively. Her first and my only one so far. Thanks to the proper connections, namely her aunt, we scored a couple spots in the Post-Dispatch luxury suite, which was, pardon the pun, pretty sweet. Free food and drink, and a nice view of the on field goings-on. I refrain from using 'action,' because there really wasn't a lot of it. Not for us, at least. Some dumb penalties cost us at various points, and the defense was good, when they weren't letting some player from the Redskins run through us like a freight train through a saltine. I didn't get too upset though, as I have no real emotional attachment to our football team. Maybe it's the nature of the game itself, but football and I have never really set well. Not quite oil and water, but not quite sugar and water, if you will. I usually get bored with a game by mid-second quarter when I watch at home. It might have something to do with the rather sporadic nature of the action, or the innumerable commercial breaks, or how the last minute of play can often last as long as The Ten Commandments. Whatever the case, it just ain't my thing. That said, I still had a good time and if free seats come up again, I'm all for going.

I went to a Baptist church service this morning for a NorCo Journal shoot. It was about what I figured: lotsa singing and clapping, lively church-goers, a really loud, intense, etc. pastor, and a somewhat loose structure. Or it felt loose, at least. I guess after the fairly heavy structure of Catholic mass, it seemed a little different. Not really the way I like my church, but for those who like it, more power to them.

Oh yeah, the church was located in a refurbished McDonald's. Weird, huh? I was disappointed at how well they rennovated the building. The outside was obvious: the building was painted white, and featured an added-on steeple, but the inside showed no signs of its former life. Half of the interest for me was trying to find a shot that showed how it was and how it is, but, alas, I was outta luck. Still, I got a pen out of the deal, so I s'pose it was all worth it. But at 2+ hours, the service was a bit more than I could take, mostly because I needed to leave to get to said football game.

Doris Kearns Goodwin is coming to SLCL HQ on Thursday. Please, hold yourselves back. And don't ask me for tickets. We're all out. But, for a small fee, maybe I can sneak you in for the hoity-toity soiree before hand with all the suits.

Hike!
Dave

Miscellaneous Music Musings

One of the the great things in life, I think, is hearing a song on the radio you haven't heard in many a year, and remembering how cool it was back in the day when it was new. Such was the case a few months ago, when I heard one of my favorites from my Point days while driving home from the store on 93X. As is often the case, no one told me the name of the song when it ended (That seems to happen a lot to me. Same thing happened with Joe Walsh's 'Life's Been Good.'). And, unfortunately, my tried and true method of catching a lyric fragment and googling it to find the song was no use, as the only thing I could make out was "just like" repeated at the end. Still, I gave it a go, but to no avail. For whatever reason, I decided I'd give it a go again yesterday. I tried the Google approach, and ever several variations (no boolean operators, though), got fed up and switched to Yahoo. Much to my surprise, and delight, the second search result yielded what I was looking for. The name of the band, long lost in my mind, but not entirely forgotten, is Spacehog, and the song is 'In the Meantime.' Thanks to iTunes, it's now in my library.

Yay internet!

I think it's about time to address one of the greatest issues any rock and roll fan has to come to terms with and decide on: Van Halen or Van Hagar*? I used to be a firm supporter of the original Van Halen, mostly because the Hagar years seemed, well, kinda sissy. I mean, 'Dreams'? 'Why Can't This Be Love'? Keyboards and synths? What happened to Dave, the spandex, heavy guitars, and 'Hot For Teacher'? 'Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love'?

Thanks, but no thanks. After getting to know the Red Rocker a bit more, muscially, I started warming to the Van Hagar material a bit more, and decided it wasn't that bad, and, maybe, just maybe, it was what I preferred. In the end though, I gotta go with Van Halen. There's an unmistakable attitude running through that stuff that's really hard to top. It's loud, in your face, and there aren't any wimpy synths anywhere, except for 'Jump,' which isn't sappy at all, so it can get away with it.

And, really, I think Dave pulled off the tights better than Sammy did. But that's just me.

Another dilemma that I've yet to answer: if I'm forming a band, do I take Vic or Stu?

After almost 9 months, the U2 countdown stands at just about a week and a half. Self-imposed U2 exile has worked pretty well, mostly. I've had no contact with websites to spoil the surprise, and, although unplanned, I've not listened to much actual music, so the experience should be as fresh as possible.

Also cool: March 24, Cowboy Mouth. March 31/April 1, Flecktones.

Woot.


All in all, we love the all of you.
Dave

I'm choosing to ignore the short-lived Gary Charone era, since it kinda sucked.

Thanks, Mr. Narwhal

A few points:

1.) Elf = good.
2.) Ditto Bob Newhart.


Also: Beavis and Butt-Head. What's the appeal? I watched a few minutes of it last night, and couldn't stop laughing at it. For all intensive purposes, nothing happens on that show. Hell, there's barely ever any actual dialogue. Just that very strange laughing. So there's no real plot, no particularly witty dialogue, no zany cast of characters, and yet the show is sometimes quite funny. I don't get it. I remember thinking it was funny "back in the day," but I can chalk some of that up to being a teenager. Now that I'm (supposedly) older and wiser, I can't, for the life of me, figure out what makes that show funny. granted, I can't watch for more than five minutes or so before the premise gets old, but I do laugh during that time. I'd like to think there's some deep meaning behind it all, but the odds of that are in the slim to none category. So I sure don't know. I know the MST3K-style video commentaries are a hoot. The movie was funnt. Shoot, I even liked the semi-RPG game for the Genesis. PC Gamer rated the B&B computer game one of their all-time favorites. So the show's got something going for it. And, lest we forget, if it wasn't for that show, we wouldn't have Daria. And Mike Judge made Office Space, too, so there you go.

In conclusion: That was cool.


Dave

Maverick!

So.

I'm listening to the 'Top Gun Anthem,' which, for an '80s insturmental-type piece of music, isn't too bad. Steve Stevens, he of the lazy parents and Billy Idol guitarist, played the piece. And, being '80s metal, it has copious amounts of tapping and speed for speed's sake. But it's still a pretty good tune.

But what about the movie? Back in the day, before I knew who Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer were, it was one of my favorites. Probably some kind of 'guy thing.' Planes, fast cars, explosions, and what not. And when Dr. Green died because of a faulty ejector, I was just as sad as Maverick. Poor Dr. Goose. And James Tolkan is still cool in my book.

And then I got to thinking: if I sat down tomorrow and watched the movie, would I still like it? Or would the sheer '80s nonsense and its Jerry "ka-boom" Bruckheimer inanity overwhelm it? It seems to happen a lot with things I liked as a kid: Voltron, Transformers, and the like. Watching them now, it's amazing how goofy they were. Then again, they were, essentially, 30-minute commercials. And, since I still buy the occasional Transformer, they were pretty good ads.

And what if the inverse is true: since things I liked when I was a kid turned out to be a bit goofier and maybe not quite as good as I remember, what if things from the last ten years or so that I hated turned out to be good. What if it turns out that, shudder, Wing Commaber is actually.......good?

I'm not sure I could take that.


No. No. Wing Commander has, and always will, suck. Lots.


Dave

There's bugger all down here on the earth

So.

No one bothered telling me this, but it seems that Tom Hanks, Steve Martin, and Eric Idle have united in a weird sort of acousticy, bluegrassy trio of epic proportions.

Why didn't anyone tell me they had one of those...things?

As if I needed another reason to like those guys. Jerks.

Note: I researched a bit, and the "Too Warm Trio" was formed for this event. So maybe it's not something coming to a City Near You.

But still.

Note 2: If I ever meet the person what stapled, yes stapled my carpet padding down, I will give them one heck of a smack on the head.


Dave

But ol'man river, He just keeps rollin' along

Is it Christmas already? I suppose it's pretty close, although some stores/TV shopping channels seem to think the 'season' started somewhere in mid-July (I'd like to think I'm exaggerating a bit, but I'm probably not, sadly).

That said, it sure felt like Christmas today. Coldcoldcold. Nice, but cold. Good night for using the electric blanket. But then it's hard to get up in the morning. Too warm and toasty. That and the fact I just wanted to stay in bed today. Work didn't seem too important or exciting. In the end, it was only slightly boring, as opposed to a total drag. Maybe it's the ho-humness of the slow period our department hits this time of year. Or maybe it was grandma's funeral. You know how that can be on one's psyche. If I had something more eloquent to say, believe you me, I'd say it here, but I can't seem to come up with anything, so it may be best to leave it alone for now. But Fr. Marco's homily yesterday? Pure genius. He was a little here, a little there, but it didn't really matter. The random St. Louis history was odd, but a nice bonus.

I don't necessarily think I took it for granted that she'd always be around. I tried to keep in touch, and she was usually my first call when cooking issues came up. Maybe it's just human nature to think that you didn't do enough when someone dies. And it's probably not wise to dwell on things like that, since I know we all do as much as we can with the time we have. But everyone gets so busy sometimes, it can be hard to step back and keep in touch. But that's some social commentary that will have to wait. For...when I feel like it.

So, in the end, I guess the best thing to do is to sit back, crack open a Miller Lite, and tell the stories. Or share the pictures.

And figure out how the hell to read a barometer.

Anyways.

I'd like to think that I'm a fairly level-headed person most of the time. When it comes to U2 though, I think I may be, well, a little off. The concert is in less than a month, and, to ensure as much surprise as possible, I've instituted a "U2 Exile," effective today. That means no obsessive checking of the previous night's setlist, no reading the various websites in case a rare song gets played, and listening to as much U2 as possible. Ideally, the band will change a few things in the next 3+ weeks, and I'll have as fresh an experience as possible. I've got way too many shows from this tour downloaded, so I have a good idea as to the sound of the show. The look, though, is still mostly a mystery. I've got some idea of the basics from a few pictures, but for the most part, no clue. I'm doing my best to keep it that way, but I broke down and bought the DVD of the tour filmed earlier this summer in Chicago. I broke down evern further, and watched a little bit of it (three songs, I think). I made sure, though, to watch what I figured would have as little give away as possible. I think I did okay, and probably got enough of a fix to hold me over until show time.

Back to the start: maybe it's the QVC/HSN I've been watching, or maybe there's just more of it this year, but the rampant commercialization of Christmas seems to be getting at me more than usual this year. I wouldn't call it disgusting, but it is a bit unsettling. It's a shame, really, because I enjoy the whole gift thing, but it's hard to get into it after the constant bombardment. Yeah, I know, I'm probably setting myself up for a lot of it. "Just turn off the stupid TV," you say. And yet, it's hard to look away. I like to shake my head in disgust and complain, but I just keep watching. So there you go.

I'm making up for my lack of posting with the longest post in the world, for anyone keeping score at home.

Speaking of: the Blues won last night! And Pujols got the MVP! Carp the Cy Young! The Rams..um...are still playing football!

And...that's all I got. Time to go play N.


I'll be marching around in gold pants in no time!
Dave

"You must have me confused with Tom Jones"

No, not likely.



It's not everyday that the King stops by work. Lots of fun, actually. Although, if I make it 25 years here at work, I want a U2 tribute band for my party.

My favorite bit: "If there's anything you've been wanting ot ask me in the 28 years since my death, now's a good time."

Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.


Just a hunka hunka burning love.
Dave

New York, London, Paris, Munich...

Everybody talk about Pop Muzik.

If memory serves, today marks the eighth anniversary of seeing U2 for the first time back on the PopMart tour. Not only that, I do believe it was my first 'real' concert, unless you count seeing the Spin Doctors on the parking lot of Union Station. Mmm, the good 'ol days when the Spin Doctors were huge.

Wait. I don't think they were ever huge. But they are still around, mostly. But I digress.

Back in '97, I wasn't quite as U2 obsessed as I am now, so there was little time spent surfing the 'net trying to find pictures of the stage or setlists or anything like that. I knew they were coming and I had tickets (thanks to dad's bottomless cups of change. Really. Who has $143 worth of coins in their house?) waaaaaaaaay back, as they were playing the then TWA Dome. Tickets were bought in March of that year, I think, on a chilly Saturday morning from Schnucks near mom's work. I remember doing the whole line ticket business and hoping hoping hoping they didn't sell out.

Turns out the tour was being as well received stateside as originally thought, so there was no danger of a sell out. Even better, we actually got to move down a couple sections since there were maybe 30,000 of around 70,000 seats sold. Worked for me.

I'd never been to the Dome before, but I knew it was a pretty spacious building. So to walk into the seating area and see this filling every inch of the floor was unbelievable. Our seats were pretty dead center in the back, so I had an excellent view of that monstrosity.

Third Eye Blind, back when people sort of cared about them, opened the show, thus beginning the trend of me not caring one iota about 75% of the opening acts I see. It had to be 45 of the dullest minutes I've experienced at a concert. The only highlight was the fact they used sound and music from Godzilla as they came on stage. Finally, they wrapped up, and the interminable wait for U2 began. Finally the intor music started, and there was the band, coming onstage through the crowd: Edge in his 'disco cowboy' gear, Bono shadowboxing the whole way, Adam in the haz-mat suit, and Larry as, um, Larry. The intro to 'Mofo' gets going, and once Edge hits the whammy pedal for the 'airplane noise,' the stage just lights up and proceeds to blow me back in my seat for the entire song. I couldn't find any pictures that did justice to that moment, suffice to say, it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. Once the opening notes to 'I Will Follow' started, the initial shock and awe wore off, and I was able to enjoy every moment of the concert: the classics like 'Streets,' 'New Year's Day,' and 'Desire.' New stuff like 'Discotheque,' 'Gone,' and the song that really turned me onto the band, 'Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me.'

There was the 40 ft. lemon, which turned into a giant disco ball for the first encore, taking the band to the b-stage. And each moment was bigger than the next. Wonderful stuff.

I imagine this would be a more fitting tribute with some more time, or maybe not 8 years later. Better pictures, maybe. Oh well.

Just about a month from now will be U2 show #4 for me. It's all a bit smaller now, but I imagine the emotion will be just as big.

In other news, the 'Tones new album is due out January 31. It's called 'Hidden Land.' Here's to hoping for a couple dates in the area.


Try some buy some fee-fi-fo-fum, Talk about, pop muzik
Dave