Nirvana 'In Utero'

I went to see Peter Frampton last Tuesday evening down in High Point during the Furniture Market (I’m sorry that I missed ya, Clay Howard). I was looking forward to it, but was sadly disappointed with Mr. Frampton’s performance.

What’s up with Frampton and KC? Why are they turning into an oldies act?

Oh sure, they could be considered antiques in the musical landscape sense of things… But why are they doing covers of hit songs by other artists?

Frampton too has a bunch of hit songs that he didn’t perform the other night and it was a slight disappointment for me. He was also very chatty between songs. I felt like running up to the stage yelling, “Shut up and play, tea sucker!”

Oh well… It was free, it got me out of the house, and I got to spend time with friends that I don’t get to see often enough. It was great seeing Louie, Lonnie, Mark, Chip, Susan, Dale, and Megan. I got to meet some new friends like Wanda, Ralph, and Debbie.

--After Frampton, I met Jeff Baker and Jon Sullivan at Jimmy’s Pizza on Main Street.

Jeff runs the place and you can usually find him in the kitchen with some wild tunes dancing in the air along with the wonderful smells. Drop by sometime, grab a pie, and say “hello” to Jeff.

Jimmy’s Pizza was closed and free of customers when I got there. Just before we left to go to Bake’s house, there was a gathering of Brother Bacon (Police) that appeared to be a mini-parade. Blue lights were flashing and lighting up the blinds inside Jimmy’s Pizza.

While Baker did his usual closing duties, Jon and I went outside to see what was going on.

As far as I could tell… The cops were writing up a Lexus with New York plates. There was a van pulled over on the side street with two other police cruisers.



The writing cop was chatting and scribbling with a white male, mid-fifties, dressed in a business suit. And since I was feeling good hanging with friends, I shouted, “That’s it! Write him up! I see how it is! Always giving a brother a ticket! You just can’t be WHITE in High Point!”

Jon immediately felt uncomfortable as the police officer looked at us. Jon was pacing a little, looking for something to hide behind. “That’s good, Eugene. Get his attention so he’ll follow us home.”

An ambulance arrived along with two fire trucks, but we didn’t stick around long enough to see what all the ruckus was about. There were barley pops to drink at Bake’s and some catching up to do.

It was great seeing them and we promised not to let so much time go by without doing it again.

--I voted early yesterday. The line wasn’t as short as I had hoped, but it didn’t take too long for me to cast my ballot. The whole process took about 25 minutes.

I managed to write myself in for a couple of things. So who knows? I may have a job come January.

And since I’ve started voting every time there’s an election… This was the first time that I can remember where I had the choice to vote a straight Libertarian ticket. That shaved a few minutes off the process.

You know what I think would make voting fun and increase the number of voters?

Tailgating.

I wish I had thought of it earlier.

Just make it party. Get with friends, fill coolers with non-alcoholic beer (you can’t be boozing where voting takes place unless you’re “cool” about it), some meat for grilling, and some lawn chairs.

Doesn’t that sound like fun?

It would be just like attending a sporting event. But instead of people walking around in Washington Redskins or Robby Gordon t-shirts, folks would be getting they party on with Barr, McCain, and Obama shirts. Overzealous guys would be making out with Palin posters. Heated but friendly arguments would break out about politics and policies.

It would be great until we run out of mustard.