It’s 03.03.03. That’s a once in a lifetime experience. Or perhaps a once in a century occurance.
The sun is out. Toldyouso. Only in this weblog will you find the headline of the day being the sun being out. I lead a very boring life.
Mr. Blue Sky, why did you have to hide away for so long?

“Sun is shinin’ in the sky,
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped rainin’
Everybody’s in a play
And don’t you know
It’s a beautiful new day, hey hey”
Electric Light Orchestra – “Mr. Blue Sky”

I took the cat to the vet today for its yearly shots. After howling the whole 15 minute car trip there, the cat shut up when we got to the vet’s. Purred while in the waiting area. The vet called it “nervous purring.” Never heard of that term before. “Nervous laughter,” yes. “Nervous purring,” no.
You know I was thinking the other day, when people ask me if I like country music, my knee jerk reaction is a resounding “no.” Yet the real answer to this question would be “Yes, but not the country music you like.” An example is Lucinda Williams. Nobody has ever heard of her. Yet she wrote “Passionate Kisses,” which was covered by Mary Chapin Carpenter. I had heard her on Lightning 100 a few months before I saw her in concert – opening for Tom Petty in 1999. A few days after hearing her in concert, I went out and bought her album. And I haven’t been disappointed.
Then there’s Son Volt. Pretty much “alt-country.” They use southern twang and really sound like country music at times. They had one big hit “Drown” which really sounds alot like that “You Aint Seen Nothing Yet” by Turner Overdrive.
The type of country music that I hate is the same pop music that I hate. It’s that slickly produced junk designed to appeal to the masses. Fickle. Flakey. Shania Twain, are you listening? There’s alot better music out there. Son Volt, Lucinda, Uncle Tupelo, and Wilco are just some of the better choices that can be made.