by Dan Bolles
Hey everybody. Sorry for the lag between posts, but the last week has been a whirlwind. In addition to my normal writerly responsibilities — which this week are packed into a mere four days because of a crazy-ass wedding I'm attending in Omaha — I've also been moving . . . into Casey's old place. Weird, no?
That's right. In addition to taking his job, I've also nabbed his apartment. And some of his furniture. And some silver platters I'm assuming were wedding gifts. And his cats . . . OK, that's a lie. I hate cats, but if there are any other remnants of Mr. Rae-Hunter left in Burlington, I suppose I'll assume those as well. Perhaps I'll check Pure Pop.
It's actually a totally kick-ass apartment. My girlfriend, Joanna, and I made the leap — well, not THE leap, but A leap, anyway — and moved in together last night. This is new territory for me and frankly, it's a bit frightening. But the first 18 hours have been bliss-ish! Although, my sweet little baby-eating pit-bull, Buckley, is freakin' the fuck out. Can't win 'em all.
Anyway, I apologize that there's not more of musical substance to this post, and also regret that "The Man" removed the Sarah Silverman clip from my last post. I hope people checked it out, cuz it was fuh-nee. Here's something to tide you over until next week.
Kinda sounds like Lee "Scratch" Perry, doesn't it?
I'm also working on a pod-cast that should done sometime next week.
Until then . . .