Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
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punching Lauren Bacall in the face

Wierd weekend... lots of activity, lots of bad medical news in my family, terrible weather, fantastic band rehearsal, extended puppy time and not a lot of sleep.

1. We don't know what's gotten into us, but ever since the band moved into the new space three notable things have happened: we're playing as well as we've ever played, we're sounding a lot better, and we've been having the most fun we've ever had. Our old material is staying fresh thanks to the new adjustments we've been making; the guitars are finally blending; and when we're not reassembling our songs, we're cracking ourselves up with these long, frighteningly accurate "genre" jams, i.e. - we got to the outro of one of the new songs and instead of ending it like we normally do we all spontaneously started playing a nearly note-for-note version of Sting's "Seven Days", of all things. I've never been in a band before where everyone is a thousand times more musically literate than I am, and every time we play they continue to amaze me. It's mostly just nice to have an intense, productive rehearsal where nobody's arguing, nobody's feelings are getting hurt, everyone is speaking up and offering ideas and - above all else - we're having fun.

2. My mother broke her heel on Friday night, my stepfather had an irregular heartbeat on Saturday morning, and apparently some time near the end of last week my 90+ year old great-aunt Sylvia suffered a very minor stroke. My mom is in a great deal of pain, but she at least had a sense of humor about it - my mom and stepdad were heading into the city to have dinner and see something at Carnegie Hall, and for whatever reason they had a difficult time getting into the city so they weren't able to have dinner at their usual place... so they looked around and noticed they were right next to a Hooters. Yes. So they had dinner at Hooters, and on the way out my mom slipped and ultimately broke her heelbone. Karmic retribution, says she.

3. Lovely dinner on Saturday night with Kath's parents, who happened to be in town. It was cold and rainy and so we ordered in, from this fantastic Italian place we just discovered on Steinway. Sure it's tacky to order in for your parents, but they didn't want to go out either, and the meal was great.

4. I think my fantasy baseball team is pretty much fucked for the rest of the season; my pitching is pretty awful, I've got zero speed, Preston Wilson has struck out 97 times... but Giambi hit 2 HR yesterday with 5 rbi, so...

5. Pretty good episode last night, I think, even though I think I'm done with the Artie storylines. His storylines might be interesting in a different, seperate context, but here they're annoying and not very compelling. Last week's teaser for this episode mostly centered on Christopher in LA, which I was a bit nervous about - as it turns out, it was pretty awesome, and the Ben Kingsley cameo was TOTALLY unexpected even though they'd dropped his name. And Christopher punching Lauren Bacall in the face is a top-10 series moment for me, hands down. I'll also say - I can't remember the character's name, the guy who's the intermediary between Tony and Johnny Sack, the guy who's cousin married the now-outed guy... anyway, that guy - he scares me. He's such a sinister bastard. Next week's show looks to be centered around AJ... I'm hoping he dies.
Tags: fantasy baseball, good evening, sopranos, weekend recap
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