The days are peeling back fast, and it doesn't even really feel like summer. Of course I know it's summer. There are no damned, long, ridiculous yellow buses preventing me from getting everywhere, and when I step into my car after work it's so hot I feel like I can peel my face off. But that's the only reason it feels like summer. When I get home, the sun is barely up. When I leave the house in the morning, the sun is barely up. Hell, I'm having a hard time convincing myself that I don't live in an Alaskan town where the sun never goes down for four months a pop.
So I'm taking the time to scan through my email a week or so back (that's about 75% of my free time for the day), and I come across an interesting email: 'BLINK 182 Pre-Sale.'
Upon doing some digging, I found out that one of my favorite bands of all-time, Blink 182 is reuniting for a summer tour and they're going to make a stop in Houston with both Fall Out Boy and the All American Rejects. Now for those of you who know me, that's just Bon Jovi away from being my personal greatest line-up of all-time. Let me clarify that Bon Jovi comment; non-country music Bon Jovi. I'm talking about, 'Livin' on a Prayer', Bon Jovi.
Blink 182 was the band that spontaneously pulled me from the depths of rap music fandom and into the 'Pop Punk' Alternative Emo movement. I still remember the day in the summer of 1998 when I road in a car with three of my best buddies (only one of which I'm still in contact with today) as the cranked, "What's My Age Again" from the album, "Enema of the State." The G-C-D chord pattern and the sophomoric humor had me at hello. I became a fan. That album, and the band for that matter, became synonymous with my high school and early college life. Songs from their first four albums still elicit vivid memories from that time and make me smile. And now they're back again.
Blink 182 isn't comprised of musical geniuses, and their music isn't going to write any political wrongs or save the children in Darfur. They used to be damned fun to watch, and within the span of a few months I'll get to catch both Green Day and Blink 182. For me, it can't get much better musically unless there's a New Kids on the Block reunion...wait a minute...
My wife is recovering, but it has been very slow and at times difficult. Luckily, my mother-in-law has been staying with us and caring for my wife during the day. It's still difficult for my wife to do things on her own, but hopefully by this time next week she'll be back at about 75%.
Unfortunately my writing has come to a screeching halt. Just when I could see the light at the end of the first-rewrite tunnel, work became hell on Earth and my wife had her surgery. I'm down to the last 50 pages to rewrite, plus I'll need to add a chapter that I conjured up while my wife was editing the rough draft. It will get there, though. I'm behind so many schedules that I've decided to stop making them. The damned final copy will be ready whenever it's ready.
Sorry for the delay in getting some content posted. It should flow more regularly now.
Until next time...
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