Sunday, June 14, 2009
Grateful Dead• Buckeye Lake • July 29, 1994
A memorable show that our crew of misfits enjoyed at this middle of nowhere venue in the rural outskirts of Columbus, OH
Set 1
Rain
Feel Like A Stranger
Bertha
Wang Dang Doodle
Loser
El Paso
Althea
Eternity
Deal
Set 2
Foolish Heart ->
I Want To Tell You
Looks Like Rain
Samba In The Rain
Uncle John's Band ->
Saint Of Circumstance ->
Drums ->
Space ->
I Need A Miracle ->
Standing On The Moon ->
Turn On Your Lovelight
Encore
The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)
Friday, June 05, 2009
Quote du Jour
"We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."
– Ray Bradbury
– Ray Bradbury
The day started with rain
Days pass, time marches on and life moves forward regardless of your plans. That’s why I don’t have any plans.
One out of every 4 hours is designated as “Crazy Hour” for our cats. They kitty gallop from one end of the house to the other making graceful leaps from one piece of furniture to another. Our furry friends keep us company and give us additional outlets for our love.
It’s a nutty world out there, glad I’m not allergic to nuts.
Work is as up and down as the economy, but I do my thing night after night and either make money or not. It’s not the destination. . . . it’s the journey. . . whatever.
As I sit here nursing minor irritation and pain from last weeks tooth extraction, Polly is at the gym training w/ Errol.
Polly (and much of Hollywood) is on hiatus at the moment. Looks like she may take CSI: Miami next season for 10 months of work. They start shooting in July. I love it when she gets a break from the long endless hours of television production. We’ve been having a great time together. It amazes me that we’ve been together for 3 years and still not one argument.
So, life is good; I’m at an interesting crossroad in my own art and trying desperately to to figure a few things out.
Just got a text from Aaron, looks like were hiking in Bronson Canyon later. . . .
One out of every 4 hours is designated as “Crazy Hour” for our cats. They kitty gallop from one end of the house to the other making graceful leaps from one piece of furniture to another. Our furry friends keep us company and give us additional outlets for our love.
It’s a nutty world out there, glad I’m not allergic to nuts.
Work is as up and down as the economy, but I do my thing night after night and either make money or not. It’s not the destination. . . . it’s the journey. . . whatever.
As I sit here nursing minor irritation and pain from last weeks tooth extraction, Polly is at the gym training w/ Errol.
Polly (and much of Hollywood) is on hiatus at the moment. Looks like she may take CSI: Miami next season for 10 months of work. They start shooting in July. I love it when she gets a break from the long endless hours of television production. We’ve been having a great time together. It amazes me that we’ve been together for 3 years and still not one argument.
So, life is good; I’m at an interesting crossroad in my own art and trying desperately to to figure a few things out.
Just got a text from Aaron, looks like were hiking in Bronson Canyon later. . . .
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
In my "In Box"
To Whom it may concern:
I am the proud owner of a set of Phoenix Cups created by the legendary street Busker: Tom Frank. I must admit that I was at 1st reluctant to purchase a set of these cups because of all the negative criticism regarding the lack of space in the "attic area" when having 3 balls there. However I have since put these cups to a great deal of use & discovered this to be BOGUS! I have no trouble at all with any so-called "floating" of the cups with 3 balls loaded. I would also like to add that any magician encountering such a problem should, in my professional opinion, take a serious look at their "mis-direction" as that is the obvious source of the problem, NOT the manufacture of the cups. Furthermore, I find the inside room of the cup capable of handling a large load like the Lacrosse ball without any problem at all. I highly recommend these cups for any serious performer. They are built very strong, nicely balanced, & have been designed by an expert in the field.
Sir Richard.
Ricky Szewczyk
I am the proud owner of a set of Phoenix Cups created by the legendary street Busker: Tom Frank. I must admit that I was at 1st reluctant to purchase a set of these cups because of all the negative criticism regarding the lack of space in the "attic area" when having 3 balls there. However I have since put these cups to a great deal of use & discovered this to be BOGUS! I have no trouble at all with any so-called "floating" of the cups with 3 balls loaded. I would also like to add that any magician encountering such a problem should, in my professional opinion, take a serious look at their "mis-direction" as that is the obvious source of the problem, NOT the manufacture of the cups. Furthermore, I find the inside room of the cup capable of handling a large load like the Lacrosse ball without any problem at all. I highly recommend these cups for any serious performer. They are built very strong, nicely balanced, & have been designed by an expert in the field.
Sir Richard.
Ricky Szewczyk
Sunday, May 24, 2009
First Dead Show I ever attended
Grateful Dead Live at River Bend Music Center on 1986-06-30 (whole show is there)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Hope's Birthday
Why must I dredge up those painful times,
why do I do that to me
why can’t I look at the love in my heart
and know that it sets me free
I have a way of behaving
and to know me is to . . . know me
and if you don’t like it
I might tell you to . . . well you get the idea
Rules were meant for something
I guess
but not for me
I live in my own hood
far far from reality
is that so bad?
does it make you mad?
I ain’t sad and it ain’t no fad
not looking for much in this life
except to try and make the world a better place
one smile at a time
The cards were dealt, not in my favor
but I’ve won a few hands since then
and should count my blessings
So say what you will
you willy nilly
I won’t stop you
It is what it is
and that’s the end of the story
why do I do that to me
why can’t I look at the love in my heart
and know that it sets me free
I have a way of behaving
and to know me is to . . . know me
and if you don’t like it
I might tell you to . . . well you get the idea
Rules were meant for something
I guess
but not for me
I live in my own hood
far far from reality
is that so bad?
does it make you mad?
I ain’t sad and it ain’t no fad
not looking for much in this life
except to try and make the world a better place
one smile at a time
The cards were dealt, not in my favor
but I’ve won a few hands since then
and should count my blessings
So say what you will
you willy nilly
I won’t stop you
It is what it is
and that’s the end of the story
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