Things I said I'd write about but haven't yet
It's like make-up work, in blog form.
• I hadn't seen Jimmy or Theresa in several months. In fact, I think the last time might have been last spring or summer. Anyway, it had been too long. Theresa and I hung out in the kitchen for way too long and girl talked. We watched old videos of the guys answering random questions posed by their friends. We laughed as Phil winced at his silly accent and Jimmy squirmed to try to figure out what was written in ink on his knuckles. It said "DORK," I believe, but at one point I was drunkenly convinced it said "FURY." Theresa and I agreed that we are unashamed to admit that we like Justin Timberlake's music. THERE, I SAID IT.
We went down to the Deli to pick up two pizzas, but the staff kept true to their "worse service than the last time you were here" rule by making us wait for something like half an hour or 45 minutes while some new dude completely effed up the ham and cheese pizza to the point where it was basically a pizza crust topped with four slices of ham laid flat underneath maybe ten thick slices of cheese laid flat. Or at least that's how it looked. The good people waiting on us actually gave us the pizzas for free for waiting so long, but still. WTF is with the Deli lately? Or have they always been like this and I've just never really noticed because I go in there so infrequently?
Anyhoo, it was good to see those two again. Hopefully it won't be another freaking year or half a year or whatever until I see them again.
• My trip home that same weekend was a whirlwind of Wal-Mart and tiny fried-fish restaurants and birthday cake and photographs. There and back too quickly as always.
• The Rob Crow show was kind of disappointing. We got there at 10 (doors opened at 9), thinking there was only one opening band, but we were a little dismayed when we realized there were two opening bands (we're an impatient lot). The first one went on ten minutes after we got there. They were a local band. I didn't much care for them, but I am an asshole who generally does not support local bands unless they're preternaturally good. The second band was local, too, and they were a bit better than the first, but I didn't really care for them either. Rob Crow played a short and fast set. It was good, but the crowd wasn't really into it, so he didn't really seem into it. It was so small that everyone was sitting at tables and not up at the stage. I guess I could have gotten up to do something about that, but A) you know me better than that and B) I was already wasted by then, and taking pictures in the bathroom. So, yeah. Would have liked to have seen way more of the headliner than the local bands. But that's just me, and I go to shows like four times a year. So WTF do I know?
Phil summoned up the gorditas to actually talk to Rob while he was standing around, sipping from a cup and staring off into space. He shook his hand and got a shoulder pat when Phil asked him about his new baby. Phil said that really made him light up.
Here's a bit of "If Wade Would Call" from the new album:
And a bit of "I Hate You, Rob Crow":
• I hadn't seen Jimmy or Theresa in several months. In fact, I think the last time might have been last spring or summer. Anyway, it had been too long. Theresa and I hung out in the kitchen for way too long and girl talked. We watched old videos of the guys answering random questions posed by their friends. We laughed as Phil winced at his silly accent and Jimmy squirmed to try to figure out what was written in ink on his knuckles. It said "DORK," I believe, but at one point I was drunkenly convinced it said "FURY." Theresa and I agreed that we are unashamed to admit that we like Justin Timberlake's music. THERE, I SAID IT.
We went down to the Deli to pick up two pizzas, but the staff kept true to their "worse service than the last time you were here" rule by making us wait for something like half an hour or 45 minutes while some new dude completely effed up the ham and cheese pizza to the point where it was basically a pizza crust topped with four slices of ham laid flat underneath maybe ten thick slices of cheese laid flat. Or at least that's how it looked. The good people waiting on us actually gave us the pizzas for free for waiting so long, but still. WTF is with the Deli lately? Or have they always been like this and I've just never really noticed because I go in there so infrequently?Anyhoo, it was good to see those two again. Hopefully it won't be another freaking year or half a year or whatever until I see them again.
• My trip home that same weekend was a whirlwind of Wal-Mart and tiny fried-fish restaurants and birthday cake and photographs. There and back too quickly as always.
• The Rob Crow show was kind of disappointing. We got there at 10 (doors opened at 9), thinking there was only one opening band, but we were a little dismayed when we realized there were two opening bands (we're an impatient lot). The first one went on ten minutes after we got there. They were a local band. I didn't much care for them, but I am an asshole who generally does not support local bands unless they're preternaturally good. The second band was local, too, and they were a bit better than the first, but I didn't really care for them either. Rob Crow played a short and fast set. It was good, but the crowd wasn't really into it, so he didn't really seem into it. It was so small that everyone was sitting at tables and not up at the stage. I guess I could have gotten up to do something about that, but A) you know me better than that and B) I was already wasted by then, and taking pictures in the bathroom. So, yeah. Would have liked to have seen way more of the headliner than the local bands. But that's just me, and I go to shows like four times a year. So WTF do I know?
Phil summoned up the gorditas to actually talk to Rob while he was standing around, sipping from a cup and staring off into space. He shook his hand and got a shoulder pat when Phil asked him about his new baby. Phil said that really made him light up.
Here's a bit of "If Wade Would Call" from the new album:
And a bit of "I Hate You, Rob Crow":
Labels: friends, Hi-Tone, music, randomosity, Rob Crow, the family
posted by theogeo | 3/15/2007 09:53:00 AM
6 Comments:
is that you drunkenly clapping at the end? jesus.
His album is obviously more refined. From what I've heard online, his live performances look like a disjointed mess. I still like him, though. I'm not a fanboy like you, of course.
I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. I write about Jennifer Aniston's rhinoplasty.
Yeah, me and twelve other people.
I dunno, I don't mind his live performances. They definitely take on a different style than the albums. The Pinback show was the same way. Everything is much more up-tempo. Like he's got somewhere to be and it ain't on stage.
My experience with the Deli has always been "Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, SURPRISE SUCKA, we got you again!!!!!!" This theme applies to service and food and the condition of their restrooms and the songs that some dimwit decides to play from the jukebox (for the love of god, no more Love Shack). Now I am rambling. So in conclusion, I don't frequent the Deli much anymore, if you couldn't tell.
Is this the deli the three of us went to when I visited? The strange place where we were surrounded by police and some guy in a cowboy hat?
They make pizzas?
That's a little shocking. I don't recall seeing that on the menu. And I don't know if pizza-making is a worthy endeavor for someone who forces their patrons to hawk pens to sign their credit slips from surrounding tables...
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