Friday, October 18, 2019

"Local legend"

Or at least Watch Hill.

James L Scott and I rode past her house (we think) on the 4 hills of the apocalypse ride one year.

I've seen people talking about this concert.

Yes I love the NPR tiny desk concerts.

No I still can't listen to NPR. Yes I grew up listening to it. Not sure when the intolerance began. Perhaps the 40,000 miles a year driving in michigan day after day?



But my 10am was going to be late, didn't think they'd be late enough to allow me to watch the whole thing and start writing about it (maybe they'll be so late I'll get to finish writing as well).

So yeah, this, was, really good. Really really good. Sometimes there's a real gift/talent behind a pop star. Not always.

But the masses will recognize one that rises above the others. They have a staying power that outlasts the promoted or the fake.

No I don't listen to much Tay Tay, but even the heavy production scores are good. I like this version of her stuff better. Unplugged, raw, her.

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Didn't get to finish writing before they showed up. Now it is time to eat.

No bike racing this weekend, also found out Fruitlands is out so no racing next weekend either. MORE TIME TO MTB!

I eat lunch and my in box blows up.
I wonder if i can ignore everything until November.

Probably could but shouldn't, if I didn't give a shit I might, but I do so I will probably get to it at some point.

Cued up Frank Turner for lunch. Trolling twitter, reading cycling in the south bay.
And cruised some IG - and damn it Frank. I love you and your songs but some of them really hit me hard and make me sad.

Okay there were other tweaks to the mood today after watching T-swizzle's Tiny desk concert.

And damn - I ate lunch, and had a big breakfast AND STILL AM HUNGRY.

Stupid singlespeed. Or awesome singlespeed. Making me work more than that e-bike and working more than I have been in the past. Or as hard as I was but when i was consuming a ton of daily calories in beer. I forget about that factor in the equation when I think about the past and now. It is a significant tweak. But I will have to say I think less and less about the beer, but still am not surprised by the constant suggestion of celebration/relaxation/vacation/somethingation with an alcoholic beverage. Also very pleasantly surprised with how fine I am w/o it. More and more each day. Sure - Bradford Smith joked he's been sober for 37 years. Well I am jealous, wish I had picked that path but if I had picked it well things would have been different. But here I am. And I'm hungry.

Kind of bummed still about missing fruitlands, kind of bummed about the lack of racing opportunities w/o driving hours and hours. Sure G-ride did that, driving down from VT each weekend for years. I'm just not super keen on it at this point. But hey more time to Mountain bike.

okay - better fire this shit off and hit publish and stop day dreaming between words and get to the growing pile of emails. Why do they have to send them all on Friday afternoon?

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