I wonder if any of my blog readership attended the Trey/Mike/Phil Lesh & His Hired Guns concert at the fairgrounds last night. Heard it was pretty muddy. The Godz of Jam must have a rule that all such shows Shall Be Rained On.
Anyway, here are a couple of related tidbits:
Last night when I got home, I discovered a credit card "pre-approval" letter in my mailbox. Nothing strange there, I get 'em every day. The weird thing is that it was for an American Express Business Gold Rewards Card.
Stranger still was its intended recipient:
XX X Street
Yep, that's my address, with critical details omitted for "security" reasons. I don't trust you internet lot.
But why was it for a defunct B-town jam band? A depraved joke, or cosmic coincidence? And why did it arrive on the eve of Anastasio and Gordon's local performance?
I think I'm gonna torch the sucker. It's bad juju.
Onwards. I found out via The Onion's pop culture blog "The Hater" that psychotic, right-wing bimbo Anne Coulter was a Deadhead in college. This doesn't actually surprise me. In fact, the spoiled-rotten, whitebread, trust fund assholes clamoring around that scene in the late '80s and early '90s kept me from listening to the band for at least a decade.
I received an e-mail this morning from one KM, with the subject line "I used to love the outro music to WKRP in Cincinatti." That's a reference to a post from back in April.
Its author claims to have "played that guitar."
Is that you, Mr. Meaker? If so, great work!