What's Up This Weekend?

I've been doing a lot of intellectualizing lately about Comfest controversies on the egroup. But I've come to realize that sometimes, you can definitely over-think things. Like earlier this week when it was so beautiful outside, I went out to take a walk down Walhalla Ravine and my cat, Riblet, followed me to the end of my street before crossing Indianola. I was afraid he might try to follow me across the busy thoroughfare so thought it would be a good idea if I picked him up and carried him across and a little ways down the ravine. Of course, he ran right back across the street and came within a whisker of getting smooshed. If I had just let him decide, he probably never would have crossed the street. Since then, I haven't felt too smart.

Thursday, tonight, The Spikedrivers do the happy hour at Rumba and then Megan Palmer scoots downtown to join the Hopefuls at Due Amici. Ghost Shirt is at The Treehouse.

Friday, Derek DiCenzo does the jazz thing at Dick's, Earwig and the seemingly-anything-but-invisible Ghost Shirt are at Rumba and The Wet Darlings and Dr. Kenny Delicious are at Oldfield's.

Saturday, Lydia Loveless and Fox & Hounds are at The Treehouse. mark

The smartest people in the world
Had gathered in Los Angeles
To analyze our love affair
And possibly unscramble us
And we sat among our photographs
Examined every one
And in the end we compromised
And met the morning sun
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
They say the left side of the brain
Dominates the right
And the right side has to labor
Through the long and speechless night
And in the night
My father came to me
And held me to his chest
He said there's not much more that you can do
Go on and get some rest
And I said yeah
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much

Lyrics by Paul Simon