The Living Rockumentary

Two Thousand Yee has not quite lived up to its name. For me, anyhow.
Well, I guess I can rest assured that the biggest immediate oppression we face is from Mother Nature. You gotta love when she goes through her fascist phases: "I will control how you walk! How late you are for work! How much money you spend!" At least that's how I see attacks of snow. Or perhaps it's just because this was kind of a horrible week, with the exception of the last several hours of New Year's Eve. My car is in for possible totally expensive repair, I'm getting over a (thankfully brief and non-inhibiting, but still annoying) cold (Max, I hope you don't catch it after our new year kiss), one of the book vans I was driving broke down on 91 N after making a frightful noise, and now more snow? 10 more inches? Can SFTD move to Hawaii?
Well, after all that, I'll now share some pleasant thoughts.
Tonight I will be going to the Mole's Eye, of all places, to play, of all things. The Drunk Stuntmen were scheduled to play, but 3 of them, for various reasons, can not make it. So, there will be a loose gatherinng of Alex, Terry, Scott and me, doing god knows what. Then shoveling the van out of the parking lot. I'll be recording 10 songs with Scott Hall for his solo project in a week. Very un-Stuntmen, his stuff. So, if the snow's not too bad, come out to the Mole's Eye.
On a groovy delivery day this week (New Years Eve), it was foggy everywhere else, then as I approached the distant lands of Sandisfield, New Marlborough and Becket, strange and wonderful things happened. 1) It was very sunny in those towns. Lovely. 2) Down a dirt road that I have to travel down, I had to slow down to let 2 kids, a dog and cat let me by. They were all together. Even the cat! They were all walking as a group! Different things happen in the country. Lastly, as I was passing though the tiny town of Washington (between Becket and Hinsdale), I was scanning the stations, and stopped on one sort of classic rock one. I listened to see where it was out of. And, I'm not kidding, it was FALMOUTH! CAPE COD! How weird is that? Then I got in a New Haven, CT station. They both came in very clearly for about a 2 mile stretch, then totally off the radar. It's such a stupid thing to get excited about, you know I can't make this stuff up. But it freaked me out. AM, sure, but FM it's highly unusual. In the Berkshires! Perhaps Arlo Guthrie bought a very powerful transmission tower so on Thanksgiving he can hear Alice's Restaurant on every possible frequency.