Jane and I cycled up the White Pine Trail to watch Goo Goo Dolls at Fifth-Third Ballpark (Grand Rapids MI) last night. It was a good show, but we had to sit through Daughtry first, and unfortunately we missed Plain White Tees (the opener) as they must have started right after doors around 6:30!
I thought the single-song encore of a Supertramp cover was a strange choice, but I guess it’s a standard of theirs.
Hung out with some fun people cheering along cyclists at the East GR Gas Light Criterium. Made me sweat just watching (and ringing cowbells). Thankfully liquid refreshment was on hand.
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Went out to watch Jamaican Queens. Bailed early. Old man. Fun night though.
Last night I bumped into the ex-wife of the guy who lives next door. She told me he has terminal brain cancer and asked if I wanted his cat!
Violent Femmes and 311 at Common Ground Festival in Lansing, MI.
I really enjoyed the atmosphere at Common Ground Music Festival tonight. This is their 15th year, so clearly they’ve got it down, and it shows: well-organized; reasonably-priced; nice venue; great sound. It’s a long time since I’ve enjoyed a large scale, multi-band performance that much.
Anyone who’s known me for any length of time will know that I’ve never been able to straighten either of my little fingers. My sister (the youngest sibling) and I (the eldest) both have the same issue, although it skipped our brother completely.
It’s not painful, and - with the exception of precluding me from a career as a guitarist - it’s never really interfered with daily life, but I’ve done some research on the condition several times over the years.
I’m reasonably convinced (self-diagnosed) it’s Dupuytren’s Contracture, or “the curse of the MacCrimmons” as the Scotts have referred to the flexed fingers of adult male bagpipers since the 15th century.
Spotted this juxtaposition of colors on Plainfield, near the Saz… sorry, Rezervoir last night.