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You know you’re a Bostonian when your hour and ten minute commute home (16 miles) seems more than reasonable. In fact, I felt like I really made out great!

The radio in my head was playing two awesome tunes as I paddled down the sea of steel and plastic along Comm Ave and Arlington Street: The Eurythmics, Sweet Dreams and Here Comes the Rain Again.

Beautiful and *sigh.*

While I’ll never hear these tunes again (or any other music that's not in the big, loud and bombastic range), I’m determined to see/experience the music that I can still know/recognize. I’ve undoubtedly mentioned this before. It’s now well past time to get off my ass and find interesting performances that I can feel.

I’m aching to see the Kodo Drummers again and it'd be a blast to see them with Della but that Berlin gig, (they're not playing any US dates this year) is just too much for my sad budget, what with airfare and all. Bummer. BUT here’s something that’s just popped up on my radar—Stomp! Hell’s bells, I’ve wanted to see this show since forever! No time like the present or, rather, mid-March.

Another upcoming deal is in early Feburary at one of my fav clubs, Johnny D’s. Three cover bands are on tap—Heart Attack Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack (Billy Joel of course), Afterfab (Beatles solo years) and Bikini Whale (“premier B-52s experience.") A friend of mine is in Bikini Whale. My thought is that, if I can position myself right next to the speaker stacks, I might be able to feel more than the drumming. I'll see if my old chum can hook me up. It’s worth a shot.

Now, and this is key, I’ve got to talk Jen into going with me. Perhaps I could bribe her with the promise of TAB's fresh baked cookies and pies. OR I could threaten to sneak a trio of new kittens in to, ya know, keep Thelma and Skitter company. Possibly a combo of threats and cajolement?
Low Spark of High Heeled Boys—Traffic