Not to sound ungrateful, as I did have quite an enjoyable birthday weekend - capped off receiving the "Mr. T In Your Pocket" from The Thing that Walks Like A Man, and Halo 2 from The Wife (whom I should also thank for the encroaching atrophy in my leg muscles). And I got to watch the the first three episodes of Season 1 of The Wire on DVD. Pretty spiffy.
Or so you'd think. I didn't get online at all this weekend before late last night, and didn't do much surfing, aside from checking e-mail. If asked, I'd be hard pressed to give you a reason for my internet avoidance. Sure, I was busy laying waste to Covenant elites and drinking beer, but there was an underlying sense of dread that hinted at something more distressing than spam and "you suck" e-mails lurking out there.
Sure enough, this morning I discovered my unsubstantiated fears have been validated. My favorite band is breaking up (via Kevin):
There's only one thing, in my mind and heart, that could possibly mar this wonderful four-headed creature that we are about to lay to rest in formaldehyde slumber, and that would be if all of you, our dearest of friends, couldn't take part in helping us to put the lid on the jar. It's a really big jar and will take several people just to lift the giant Sharpie to label it. For this, there will be a small handful of occasions. The first of which is, of course, the NYE show at the Barley, by far our most hospitable and mothering home in Dallas.
After that, the plan is for maybe three or four shows at some of our other most friendliest of ports in the midwest, probably sometime towards or around the end of February, and then of course, a resolute, heartfelt, and final goodbye in the only locale appropriate for such a thing, the loins from which we spawned, Denton, TX. More details on those shows as they become fleshed out. For now, know that the NYE will be the beginning of the end. So in the words of some dearest of brethren, Little Grizzly, "Drink with us now until it ends. It's got to end."
I only get on the band's message board about once every two weeks, so I'd missed the news. I can't say I'm that surprised. They haven't been out on tour in over a year, with precious little news on their web site since 2003.
There's not much to say at this point. I wish they weren't splitting up, but I can't imagine how rewarding it is to play 300 shows a year to support an album that sells maybe 50-100,000 copies. The rent doesn't pay itself.
Anyway, I've been to about 30 'bone gigs in the last four or five years, and I hope I get to check out at least one more before they wrap it up.
Bleah. What a way to start your week.
I'm sorry, but any list of cheesy movie lines that does not include a single Schwarzenegger quip is simply not......
| --Posted to Off the Kuff on Dec 6, 2004 9:58 AM:. |
Happy belated birthday, Pete. I'm sorry about Slobberbone breaking up. For what it's worth, at least the Pixies are back out on tour. Maybe one day Slobberbone will get back together.
hoppy birdday, your cromulence! many happy returns, even though slobberbone is breaking up. at least they're not dead, like one of my faves (jeff buckley).
Sorry to hear about Slobberbone. I had the same feeling of dread and woe when Breedlove broke up. And it's only a matter of time before the Scabs call it quits forever.
Or did I miss something?
Anyhoo, you've got Halo2 in your hot hands, and lemme tell you: that game only gets more fun as time goes on. It's even better online.....except when a twelve-year old taunts your dead ass. Plus birthdays always mean good food, right?
Cheers!
Sorry about the band breaking up. But, hey, The Wire is pretty freaking good right? I watched the first 5 episodes this weekend and it floored me.
Another nail in the coffin, you ol' wreck! Mazel Tov! You can stop wearing the black armband now.
Happy Birthday you Sot! Have drink on me, I'm good for it.
Damn, chock it up to one more birthday I have forgotten this year. I am going to have to get one of those PDA thingamajobbies so that I can download my Outlook calendar from my home computer with all those nifty alerts I spent so much time putting together. Unfortunately the new job uses netscape messenger and oracle calendar. Which basically means that the import function works about as well as a monkey f**king a coconut.