I went to an awesome show at the Earl on Sunday – Joey Cape, John Snodgrass, and Cory Branan – and had intended on spending the night composing a thoughtful review of the show, only to discover that writing about other people is not nearly self-indulgent enough for my current blogging limitations, and so I scrapped the post. Oh well. But, I’ll mention one cool thing about the show: Joey Cape’s music, be it the skate rock tunes of Lagwagon or the experimental stuff of Bad Astronaut, have played like a soundtrack to a hell of a lot of good times over the past decade or so of my life, and man, it was a joy to find out that this guy was as cool as I could have hoped! He was lighthearted and hilarious, laughing with the audience, taking requests and playing a bunch of old stuff, and was really damn good up on stage – just him and an acoustic guitar. I found myself standing there with a shit-eating grin on my face for the entire show. Man, what a good time. All three of the guys were great. If you ever get an opportunity to catch any of them, don’t miss it!
Ahh, well, that’s really all I’ve got. Pretty boring, no? Shall we talk about something else? How bout snakes? Want to talk about snakes? Imagine a snake with a rocket on its back. That would be awesome, wouldn’t it? What would you name this snake? Eric? Funny, me too.
Hey, so, in a pathetic and desperate attempt to come up with something to write, I went to dictionary.com and typed in the word “thon,” hoping that I could come back here and tell all of you that “thon” is a real word. It’s not. :-( I then typed it into wikipedia and discovered that Thon is, however, a figure from Greek Mythology. No, not Thor. That’s Norse, you asshole. Thon. Thon was a Lord who’s mistress, Polydamna, is mentioned in Homer’s Odyssey. Wikipedia then goes on to completely ignore Thon, but to mention that Polydamna gave Telemachus a drug capable of “robbing grief and anger of their sting and banishing all painful memories.” Strange, this drug of which they speak sounds a lot like something else with which I have intimate knowledge: beer. Weird that I would type in an arbitrary word like “thon” and end up with a reference to beer. I think I know why. I think that I am supposed to be the one responsible for introducing “thon” into the American vernacular, and I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be another term for beer. So, let’s try it, shall we? I’m going to take a sip of this thon. Sipping. Mmm, that’s pretty good thon. Yeah, actually I think this works. Don’t you?
Wow, what a wonderful surprise. Here I thought I was in the middle of a complete blog fail, and it turns out that I’ve just invented a new word. Amazing how these things work out. Well, it ain’t gonna get any better than this, so I’m gonna roll out of here. Not to mention, it’s Thon-thirty, which means it’s time for a thon.
I absolutely abhor all that I’ve just written. I also hate the wheel. And other things.