I’ve been getting the music bug. This weekend i had the pleasure of seeing Holly’s dad Tim, uncle Matt, and, er… “aunt” Sarah play a pretty darn good quasi-bluegrass set (including a great cover of Neil Young’s “I Am A Child” – Matt & Sarah sing amazing harmony, and Tim is a tasty dobro player) at the Stockyard’s Inn on Springfield Street in Dayton (which, incidentally, used to be a brothel and still has red velvet wallpaper), but also a fantastic musician named Dennis Rotterman, who is an amazing player and songwriter. I hope to see him around lots more. If you haven’t seen him, you’ve been missing out; and if you have seen him, you probably wonder, like me, why he isn’t, like, famous or something.
In case you’re wondering, i’m not into bluegrass. It’s ok, i guess, but so much of the songs are either religious (yuck!) or sad-assed backward-staring gave-up boo-hoos. There are simply far too many better things to do than cry into a glass of beer in between pretending that you’re filled with something called “the holy spirit”.
my god, it is far too late to be up. i have to be at work in 8 hours! enough for now.
