Over at my brother's tonight, enjoying the joy that is Super Monkey Ball and Super Smash Brothers with our respective mates: his girlfriend Erin eagerly grabbed my Nintendo DS and fell in love with New Super Mario Brothers. ("I could play this all day at work!" she said with the joy of revelation.)
As we took a break to let our thumbs heal, the house was buffeted by sound from outside. Show Me The Way, to be more precise. A block away, Peter Frampton was giving a concert in Harris Park. A man I'd only heard on 8-tracks and oldies radio was now making a living room I was sitting in shudder.
Never had that happen before. It's what makes life worth living, isn't it?
Kinda.
2 comments:
Get your brother to open up the windows for Alice Cooper on Saturday night.
From a coupla blocks away, you can actually tell what the words are.
Even tho it's all "dead babies" and "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah."
Darn fool kids!
Alice Cooper--evil incarnate, not bad scratch golfer. The beauty is in the contrast.
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