Monday, March 29

This weekend I decided that it would be significantly easier to reach my goal of completing a triathlon if I actually owned a bicycle. So Mirm and I proceeded down to the local bike shop. We had not spent five minutes talking to the owner before he said, "I'm sorry, I've got three other customers I'm attending to. Do you mind if I hand you off to my grandson? He's 21 and much better looking." Cue: eye-rolling. Fortunately the kid, coincidentally a triathlete, was a good sport and didn't get embarrassed or anything. And I have to admire the grandfather's business savvy. He knows that, statistically, a couple of young foxes like Mirm and myself are more likely to buy from a young guy. And I did. Got me a shiny, new Gary Fisher Tiburon hybrid bike...and a rack for my car. Don't worry, though. I made the kid earn his sale. After pumping him for triathlon advice and a tutorial on removing the front wheel, I made him try to wrestle the bike into my little car for a good 15-20 minutes before I finally caved and bought the rack.

Oh my. The pink Easter bunny now has company: a chick (of the baby chicken variety, fortunately) hatching out of a 5-foot tall, bright pink Easter egg.

On the bright side, the Winnie the Pooh flag flown by the apartment above mine doesn't seem so tacky now.

Friday, March 26

I cannot believe it. An 8-foot tall, bright pink, inflatable Easter bunny is now camped out in my neighbor's front yard! Will the insanity never end! And the awful thing is, I'll likely have to look at this thing until Memorial Day!

Wednesday, March 24

I can't believe I've got another birthday right around the corner. For some reason, I always thought I'd never make it be this old. Not that 26 is old, mind you. It's just that for some reason, when I was little, my mid-twenties seemed about as far into the future as the sun burning out. I figured I'd never really reach it. But here I am.

So now what do I do with myself?

Tuesday, March 23

Monday, March 15, I got the privilege of seeing my eighth Bob Dylan concert at the State Theater in Detroit. And once again, Bob did not disappoint.

First off, I loved the venue. The State Theater is a gorgeous, old theater with great ambiance and a wonderful, intimate setting. Also, a little tip: if you've got general admission tickets, before the doors open, head into the State Bar which is in the same building. There's a door directly into the theater from there that gives you a leg up on all the suckers waiting outside in the cold. My brother and I stumbled upon this and it was truly a priceless discovery. Of course there was some violent complaining when the people who had been "...waiting outside since six in the morning!" came in and several of us had already staked out a place in front of the stage, but hey, them's the breaks. If somebody had been there since six in the morning, you'd think they'd be smart enough to do a little reconnaissance while they waited. One lady not only whined endlessly, she physically grabbed people and tried to pull them out of her way so she could be in front. Not pretty.

Finally, everybody calmed down and Bob emerged wearing his requisite oversized suit and snakeskin boots. The setlist was somewhat surprising. But then again, with upward of 450 published songs, he's got plenty to choose from, so there's always a surprise.

Bob has been on this rockin' blues kick and I've gotta say I'm liking it. You'd expect after 40-some years of touring he'd be slowing down and embracing the acoustic sets, but not Bob. On his last night in Detroit, he even had Jack White of The White Stripes out on stage with him and they did White's "Ball and Biscuit". (Great choice, particularly because of the "Highway 61" references.) I would have loved to see that performance.

An energized Bob and his always impressive band ripped through "Highway 61 Revisited" and an unexpectedly lively "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue". The real surprise for me was "Most Likely You'll Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine". I've always been rather neutral toward the song, but hearing it live for the first time, I was impressed. It had much more energy and joy than what comes through on the recording. I only wish Dylan had played harmonica part rather than having Larry Campbell play the riff on guitar.

I'm still getting used to not seeing Charlie Sexton on lead guitar, but Freddy Coella is slowly gaining my respect. And it's great to see Larry Campbell get more soloing in. The two played off each other quite well. Part of the fun of being so up-close and personal (we were about 10 feet from the stage), is watching the band as they follow Bob's direction and work together. It was clear that Freddy's still learning to read Bob's signals. Bob would have to nearly say out loud, "Hey, I'm going to solo now, so pipe down." You could often see the wheels turning in Freddy's head as he was soloing, looking to Dylan frequently to see if he was on the right track. Occasionally he would appeal to Larry with a look that said, "Is the Big Guy digging this? Should I keep going, or quit and let him cut in?" It was all quite fascinating to watch.

Another surprise was the two drummers. As long as I've been seeing Dylan and his band, it's been a five-piece, except the occasional guest guitarist. I was rather doubtful at first, but I ended up really liking the effect. It gave a real driving beat to the rocking numbers. People had a hard time standing still, the beat was so strong.

Highlight? "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll." I know, depressing choice. Particularly when the rest of the evening was all about gleeful rock. But hearing this song made the case once again why seeing a good artist live is so essential: interpretation. The acoustic, album take on this song is quiet and pensive. The full band version on Bootleg Series Vol. 5 is full of rage. And the performance Monday night was beautifully restrained and poignant. It was heart-breaking. Second place? "Summer Days." This song is quick becoming a staple of Dylan's live performances and for good reason. It's red hot and it makes you wanna dance. Worst part? I can't come up with one. No complaints.

Nothing else on the concert calendar at this point. I was hoping to check out David Bowie at the Benedum, but it's already sold out. So if you know anybody who has tickets, send 'em my way.

And today's "I Made Sara's Day" Award goes to...

Mr. Tse-hsin (Jesse) Wu

After we finished coordinating an issue and I e-mailed him the changes I would make to my drawings, I got this reply:

THANKS, YOU ARE THE GREATEST.

I laughed out loud and had an embarrassingly huge grin on my face for about five minutes.

I feel the sudden urge to go make somebody else smile.

Finally, I have an answer to my question.

Thanks, Beth.

Thursday, March 11

I think I need a sabbatical.

Tuesday, March 9

If anybody happens to come across an idiot-proof corkscrew, please let me know. Or better yet, buy me one for my birthday. Just about every time I try to uncork a bottle, it results in a near-maiming. Last night I socked myself in the jaw opening a bottle of soave.

Friday, March 5

It's 75 degrees outside! What's going on?

Thursday, March 4

Hallelujah! The monstrosities have disappeared!