The Living Rockumentary

Well, then I'll fill up space with ephemera. Here's a ditty called Nothing's Better, Nothing's Worse, based on the events of the day.

Nothing's better than getting to work at 8 and being told, we're all going home at 11.
Nothing's worse than something from a passing car flying up and cracking your windshield on the way to work.

Nothing's better than having the insurance company set you up with someone who will come tomorrow morning and fix it in my driveway!
Nothing's worse than anticipating staying out way late tonight (The Spoils are playing a Cha party) and knowing the glass fixers are coming at 8.

Nothing's better than coming home to find a videotape from Fed Ex at my door.
Videoranch.com, Michael Nesmith's website, is clearing out all their VHS, and so I got Live at the Britt Festival (1992) for $5.99.
I'd only seen it once before, when a friend brought it to a party at my old place in Hadley in 1994. But by the time we put it in, it was 3am and I have no memory of having watched it. Aah, college.

So far I've watched half. Impressions: Nesmith keeps reminding me of Don Rooke--hair, smile, beard, build.
Poor old Red Rhodes, whose pedal steel playing is the highlight of many a Nez record, is way down in the mix. I think he died a year or two later.
Uggh...percussion. No drummer, just a guy with too much percussion and a ponytale.
Nez's voice is top notch.
It's a little yuppie (this was 12 years ago, so boomers weren't thinking medicare yet), but way cooler than a Monkees concert of the same era.

In other news, Teri Gross will be interviewing Ringo and Paul on Fresh Air tonight. I don't know if they are new or old interviews.

Ken hooked me up with a CD of music by Phillipe Gaubert (early 20th century, French). I'd heard a piece on WFCR and looked it up and mentioned it to Ken. 3 days later, Ken was calling me from For the Record. This piece, to me, sounds like a Zombies or McCartney or Ray Davies idea from '67. It's flute heavy. "Divertissiment Grec".

OK, back to my half day off.