How great was that comment from Anonymous yesterday? At the outset I figured it was somebody from the state tourism board making a pitch. I was invited for a visit! How neighborly! Then it took a weird passive-aggressive turn and I believe at one point it was inferred that I am a "misinformed greenie." Aren't "greenies" slang for amphetamines? Or maybe Martian invaders?
And wasn't the purpose of my post to trumpet how great Wyoming is and how much I'm looking forward to moving there? Something must have gotten lost in translation. I guess I need to brush up on my English to Wyoming dictionary. And get myself some leather chaps. (That last sentence has multiple layers of meaning. Think about it and I'm sure my genius will reveal itself.)
Julie actually made a good (and grammatically correct) point when she agreed with Anonymous about my assessment of the energy industry as "recession proof." Of course nothing is really recession proof, so I shouldn't have exaggerated, but I should have specified the energy extraction industry, which is what much of the local Wyoming economy is based upon. That seems to be going gangbusters, which is a word I like to use but which makes no sense to me at all.
Did I just get duped into discussing the economy? Shit. Sorry.
Last night the lady and I met the Modern Gal at the Pilot Light here in K-Town for some rock'n'roll music. The show was supposed to start at 10, but the first band, Deastro, had van trouble and was late, starting their short set around 11. We had plenty of time to sit around the tiny venue and drink beer and chat with Jon Burr, the lead singer of the second act, How I Became the Bomb. After I got his attention I was shocked when he immediately remembered my name from having met him last summer in Chattanooga (although Courtney suggested that a mutual friend of ours may have told him I'd be there.) Whatever, I don't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, let alone someone's name from nine months ago. Later, he impressed further when he handed the Modern Gal and I each a beer. Nice guy.
Deastro was good and apparently came all the way from Detroit without anywhere to stay as they asked the small crowd if anyone could give them a place to roll out their sleeping bags for the night. This made me feel good about giving them five bucks for a CD. Detroit needs our help. I should have asked them what the make of their broken-down van was.
How I Became the Bomb was great, again. Completely unlike any of the other music I listen to. Maybe that's why I like them. Or maybe it's the personal connection. These guys play tight, hook-laden pop tunes heavy on the keyboards and outer-space metaphors. And they clearly enjoy it.
HIBTB's music is available for free on their website. You have no reason not to check it out.