November 17, 2009
I first wrote this a few years ago in preparation for a blog project I never got around to finishing. I hope to get back around to finishing the project one day, but until then, I wanted to share this story I wrote as an introduction for it. Tomorrow, I head to Nashville to see Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band for my 10th, and quite possibly my final, time. As the band dusts off old gems each night, many fans have the feeling this might be the group’s last tour, as many of them have crossed the 60-year mark and might have retirement in mind.
Making this concert even more meaningful is the fact my sister, brother-in-law and three nephews are also going (albeit separately from me, through a fluke in schedules), meaning another generation gets to be introduced to this world-class band. Beyond that, it’s another shared moment, another shared love between my nephews and me.
Nashville, here we come.
Why Bruce Springsteen?
In the late 1980s, my sister dated Scott Rose, easily one of the coolest kids at Powell County High School. He worked as a lifeguard. He had a moustache. He drove a Jeep.
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November 5, 2009
It’s been chic to bash network TV the past few years, and to be fair, ABC, CBS, FOX and NBC have deserved every bit of it. Smart, challenging shows (I’m thinking specifically of Freak and Geeks and Arrested Development) weren’t given room to breathe and grow, while dreck like Two and a Half Men still continues to air.
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November 2, 2009
My girlfriend Liz and I wanted to do the whole “couples costume” thing, and since she’s a new fan of Arrested Development, we had no choice but to go as Lindsay and Tobias Fünke, complete with the eventual unveiling as a nevernude. It’s a serious condition that affects dozens of people …
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October 30, 2009
I have been single for a long time.
There are, apparently, good reasons for this.
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October 8, 2009
None of us were sure of the rules.
I’m pretty sure none of the 59,997 others around did either.
Near the end of our second day of our first Lollapalooza experience in 2006, Cory, Rachel and I stood in Chicago’s Grant Park, ready to see Kanye West take the stage. We’d been hyped for this particular performance for months, but despite all of our preparations, we still had one question that remained unanswered:
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September 22, 2009
I spent the better part of the weekend plowing through Dan Brown’s latest book, The Lost Symbol.
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