Atomictumor

While AT kept an eye on the kids, the Missus, Wingnut and I went to Asheville N.C. to see The Arcade Fire. Don’t worry, because the Missus and I made sure Wing’s ears were plugged during the show. He slept through the whole thing, slung up in Mama’s hippy sling. Taking a baby to a concert is quite an experience. People are much friendlier when you’re toting a drooling baby around. I had half a mind to walk up to one couple making out and warning them to be careful. It’d be my part in the nation’s great sex ed effort. (What effort do you ask? You know, the one where we dither about what to do about hormonal teens. I’m off subject. Never mind.)

Walking around Asheville is fun. There are so many odd, hairy people over there. They’re earnest. But Asheville is full of memories for me. I’ve been making occasional trips to the city since I was in high school when my Aunt and I would go shopping there. I could always find the oddest shoes and hats there. Lately going to shows has drawn me back across the mountains.

If you haven’t listened to The Arcade Fire’s new album, Neon Bible, then repent and listen. It’s worth the effort. That band has some the most talented musicians I’ve seen in a while. There were ten of them on stage and most played several different instruments throughout the show. There was everything from a pipe organ to a euphonium to some boxy sort of instrument with a crank on the end of it.

So after the lawnmower incident yesterday, I dropped the kids off at the inlaws for the night, and was at a total loss of what to do with myself.

I came back home, started watching a movie, when I got a phone call that Mojofilter and SuperT (now Dr.SuperT), are heading out to do some Friday night drinking and then catch a show. They’re heading to Christabel and the Jons.

Next thing I know, I’m down in Knoxville, at Oodles in Market Place, with a few glasses of a tasty chianti, watching some amazingly good swing dancers try not to trip over my massive ass feet, while Christabel and the Jons were putting out the best damn show I’ve seen in many moons.  They are some amazingly talented musicians, and Miss Christabel’s voice is so sublimely sweet and soulful that you can’t help but grin and tap your toes.

Its the kind of music that makes you forget troubles, problems, and worries, and just be happy in the amazing now, while vaguely wishing that you could dance worth a crap.

The show was perfect.  Hanging out with MJF and Dr.T was enough of a treat, when halfway through the show Realtorchick and crew showed up and danced away.  I bought a t-shirt, and helped Christa untangle the mike cords after the show (I’m useful, occasionally).
I went to bed around 2 at MJF’s place, still wearing that happy smile, and woke up feeling good, but tired.  With sore legs.  Not sure whats up with that.

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Next week, people, this band is going to be playing here in town out at the Oak Ridge Pavilion, Friday, free show, sitting out in the sunshine (hopefully) while Christabel and the Jons light the place up.  Now, since I’ve become like a freak for the band, I’m officially going to lay off the fact that the show is a political fundraiser thing clean out of Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?, for one of the dudes running for City Council.  I’ll ignore it, this week.

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Still reading?

OK, OK, I should be able to upload some songs from their show last night to whet the Tumoritic appetite.  Just need to clean up all the crappy recording from the tracks, that may take a while.

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Jesus, you’re still here?

Oh yeah, I forgot.

Spiderman 3, tomorrow, Tinseltown, 12:05 PM, get there early, Pigpen will be the one with the birthday grin.  After that, the Pizza Rat at 3ish.  We’re not doing cake and crap over there, because I’m cheap, so just bring the kids (or Daco) and run around in the air-conditioning.

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What?  WHAT is it now?

RIGHT, happy Cinco de Mayo.  I’d be enjoying it more, but for the chianti fatigue, and the fact that the baselines for the mariachi music the neighbors are pumping all sound interchangeable with polka baselines.

Seems like theres something wrong with that.

I now have a photoblog.