A bevy of birthdays today, including the first human to walk on the moon (that we know of), Neil Armstrong, Selma from Night Court, Tawny Kitaen, Patrick Ewing (who I am forced to hate, since he played for Georgetown, though by all accounts he’s actually an OK guy), Rick Derringer, Loni Anderson, nurse Christine Chapel (though she won’t be born for another 173 years), my brother, Tim, and, last but certainly not least, my wife, who turns 29 today (and doesn’t have a copy of her birth certificate, I might add). It’s also the day Marilyn Monroe was found dead, back in 1962.
Dave Matthews was in town last night, playing a concert at our little baseball stadium, in front of 18,000 people. Nothing against Dave, but last month Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson, and John Mellencamp only drew 6,000. Doesn’t seem right, but then the only time I heard Bob Dylan was at RFK Stadium 23 years ago, when he was backed by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and was the “warm up” act for the Grateful Dead. He pretty much sucked, though I’ve heard his performance varied with how drunk he was (which I can neither confirm nor deny). I seem to recall being pretty drunk myself.
Anyhow, concerts are just too god-damned expensive these days (last night, prices were something like $85 reserved and $45 “festival” – plus all the tickemaster charges, of course – and those Dylan/Dead tickets were like, $12.50, I think), and I long ago decided that I wouldn’t be going to any more concerts at football (or baseball) stadiums. Must be getting old.
No word on what Oily Taints is up to today (hopefully she’s signing up for a Photoshop class or something), but I’m shocked and saddened to hear that Paula Abdul is leaving American Idol. Perhaps she’s preparing to run for President. Hope she’s got a birth certificate, ‘cuz she looks kinda a-rab to me.
Oh well, hi-ho.