Tempus Fuckit

If there are any of you left playing at home, it's been over a month and a half. It's busy but there's been precious little to report. I have made good on my threat to go Microsoft free. Neo Office X, and Keynote are the ticket so far. It's been ridiculously busy at work, at home, and abroad. Recently, the appearance of the Stones at Super Bore XL and a recent concert I attended by Willie Nelson occasioned this exchange:

On Sun, February 5, 2006 5:23 pm, MMD said: > ... Id.  Holy shit...old, glammed out and skipping like a little girl > I still wanted to make out with him behind the old gym.  Fuck Dick > Clark.  Mick is an Iggy who takes high tea (that's important, of > course). > > and the music...you know...whatever...it rocks and all that shit. > > M

ME:
One unjustifiable expenditure i shan't regret is the outrageous amount spent to see the Stones at the Stapler Center in 2002. By the time they were playing a mini-set from Exile on Main St. on vintage instruments, with no extra musicians and no light show, I was more than compensated. Mick is better than well-preserved. Almost life-like, as they say. I grew suspicious that his mop top showed no signs of perspiration, and didn't move much, despite his manic prancing for 2 hours. . . but hey. . . we should all look so good at 60+. Willie Nelson, who played Bridges Auditorium (an old art deco hall that holds about 2000) on Friday is in some ways even more remarkable for his age. He has not been surgically altered, as far as can be told from row J seat 1. He sports a modest paunch, and his arm wattle hangs a bit lower than Mick's, but Mick is not capable of pulling off a guitar solo on "Stardust" that verges on Django-esque -- lyrical and ferocious at the same time. After nearly 6 years with nary a relapse, I may resume smoking pot, and that right soon.