Don't be a criminal in this police state

The house is moving along fine. We looked at carpet and faucets this weekend.

Part of me hates this.

Friday night David and I spent the evening looking though Toys R Us. Not that is a place I don't go often, because I am positive I go to it more often then most people my age, but while I was wondering down all those isles looking at toys that reminded me of my childhood, I craved to be 6 years old. Somewhere along the lines of my life, I crossed that line where I learned just a little to much. I learned a little to much math I will never use. I learned about wars and came up with opinions. I learned about flatware, making holes in the ozone, and that chocolate rots your teeth. I learned that you can't mix white clothes with colored clothes. I learned that little green pieces of paper were more important then that last Oreo in the cookie jar.

I don't want to think about this stuff. I don't want to go in a store and spend more time in the dishware isle talking about non-stick cookware. I want to go down the barbie isle and think of all these ways I could do her hair. I want to go down the toy isle and not be able to reach every freak'n shelf. Instead I am wondering down an isle devoted to dishtowels and figuring out which color would go best with the decor.
I want to go back to the age where I did not know what "decor" is.

El cielo es azul just don't go telling anyone

Uneventful weekend I suppose. Least not as exciting as heading out of town to Columbus or Louisville as the past few weekend has been. I spent Saturday evening at my old church for my Uncle Daniels 70th birthday. At first, I was shocked to hear he was turning 70. He is one of those people in your family who does not seem to ever age. Most of my family is like that actually. Maybe that goes for all families, but I can only account for mine. As he was opening his gifts and share special moments with the family, I took a few quick pictures. Something my family doesn't do as much as they use to. It wasn't until I went back and looked at them, I really see them getting old, and how there face looks a little more tired. How you can see everything he had been though written all over his face.
It was the same as I sat at a table consisting of my mom, David, my Uncle Paul and my Aunt Delores. My Uncle Paul sat across from me and I felt like I haven't seen him in years when I really see him just about every weekend when I go and see Dina, Tim and my little cousin Liam. I saw the same on his face that I did on Daniels in those photos. I saw all those stories I grew up hearing of there childhood written all over there aging faces. I saw the stresses of war on my uncle Daniels face, I saw the joy of all the sermons he preached that lead people to the lord. I saw the hard childhood my uncle Paul faced being second oldest in a family with 6 children. I saw the joy of all those hunting trips, all those moments both men shared with there daughters, all those moments those men shared with there grandchildren.
It really puts everything in perspective the moment you realize that the world will keep going on.

this town will make you crazy, crazy as a loon

Not much worth writing lately. I have been attempting to get together all my Conor Oberst CDs and find a few that weren't really released online. I think I have an almost complete collection that totals about 290 songs. 19.3 hours worth of music from the beautiful song writer.
I also found an interview where he basically makes fun of himself for people thinking he is so "emo".
Besides this going on, I recently (meaning earlier today) took a test for a job at the Capitol which actually required a degree in fine arts. Can you believe it?
As I sat there waiting for it this large fellow sat beside me and struck up a conversation. Nothing of great importance really. Just he works as an office assistant at the Capitol and does not like it.
He also seems to be one of the few people who go to take those tests that has not been in the army or marines, or has been a correction officer.


uhg. I think I have blog block.
nothing interesting coming to me tonight.

if i were livin in a mansion, i'd probably just sleep out on the deck

You would not even believe security at this thing. The second they saw you with a camera or cell phone, they came over with a flashlight and a no recording sign. It was unbelievable.

Regardless, to no surprise people still got some pretty awesome shots, and a few videos. Two of them as KISS and one during Conor Oberst Ballad "We Are Nowhere, and its Now"

The crowd was into the whole show, but of course all the My Morning Jacket songs made them go crazy. It makes since considering that where they are from. Sadly Conor Oberst Bright Eyes songs did not get that much attention except his newer songs from the most recent Bright Eyes cd. His older stuff just didn't sit right with the audience.


This is my second time seeing him, the first was awesome, but I knew very little about him, and cared really even less. It wasn't until I actually bought the cd Lifted that I feel in love with his music.



I will never forget that show as long as I live. Those boys put there heart into it. They played for a solid 2 hours and 15 mins. Then took an intermission to come back in full KISS costume along with the platform shoes, then played for another good 45 mins. They ended the show with the winners from the costume contest on stage, and a giant rabbit they pulled up on stage via these two huge body guards. They ended the show with "Rock n' Roll All Nite" and the crowd did not stop cheering until the lights came back up.
In a news article, they explained that the boys were "spent" and could not return for a second Encore.

"They opened with “Detroit Rock City” and closed with “Rock and Roll All Nite,” leaving the crowd wanting more. But the love gun was out of ammo. The boys were spent.

Another song would have been too dangerous, anyway. Oberst, as Paul Stanley, nearly broke an ankle trying to negotiate his 8-inch heels, and his rock star climb onto the drum riser looked more like a geriatric trying to get out of his Hoveround. Their point was well made, however; Monsters of Folk is a band of serious musicians who don’t take themselves seriously, at least not all of the time."


There won't be another show as good as that one for the rest of the tour. All others will be great, but not as amazing. The costumes really did it. Even though David said he knew they were going to do it, he at least looked surprised and I am at least glad about that.

Regardless, I was surprised and so was every other single person in that theatre.
My next goal is definitely to see Oberst perform in Omaha. I would like to accomplish this when he goes on tour in 2010 for the new Bright Eyes album before he retires the name.