Back from Miami....
I've been updating so infrequently lately that I'd forgive you (all six of you) for thinking that this blog was an orphan. But there were no updates at all last week because (1) a really stressful three days at work put me in a completely awful and paranoid state of mind, (2) I was vacationing in Miami the other two days I would have normally been at work (South Beach, to be specific). Miami is a fun place; it was as oppressively hot there as it is here, but such hotness is easier to take when its accompanied by palm trees, sand, and clear green ocean. July is supposedly 'off-season' because it's so warm, but the bars are still pretty packed in the evening, as are the beaches. Maybe next year I'll return for this. The hotel bar at The Delano reminded me a lot of the one at The Hudson here in NYC, unsurprising as they're both Ian Schrager ventures (even the websites look the same). For some odd reason, my girlfriend and I must have heard The Killers' "Mr. Brightside" at least 14 times in 4 Miami days. Good song as mainstream radio smashes go, but I still liked it better when it was called Placebo's "Special K."
I even managed to get in some reading over the long weekend, poring over Grateful Dead bass man Phil Lesh's autobiography 'Searching For the Sound.' It's not a collaboration; Lesh deserves serious props for writing the entire 331 pages by himself. The majority of the pages are spent describing Lesh's formative years and the Dead throughout the 60's, while Lesh seems to cover the 80's and 90's in about 40 pages (not that 80's and 90's Dead is really worth many more pages than that). I had no idea what an accomplished composer Lesh was until I read the book, nor was I aware of his skills on trumpet....I was always under the somewhat false impression that he just became a musical phenom out of mid-air. The portions of the book in which he describes the Acid Tests and the Dead's earliest rehearsals were (holy shit! Mike Cameron just tied the Mets game in the 9th with a HR!!!) very amusing, utilizing flowery language that could have only come from the pen of a man who did weekly acid in the 60's and just happened to play bass for the Grateful Dead. The parts where he describes his courtship with his current wife Jill were also very touching. The book was very good as rock bios go, and highly reccomended to anyone who thinks they might be into that sort of thing.
And now for another sort of thing...there was a 90 minute gap between the typing of this line and that last one. The Mets just beat the Milwaukee Brewers 9-8 on a bases loaded walk in the 11th inning. This after Victor Zambrano left after 1.1 innings, with 6 earned runs off of 4 HRs. The Mets tied it in the 9th after Mike Cameron hit one over the centerfield wall off of uber-hairy Brewers closer Derrick Turnbow. A surefire double play ball also ricocheted off of Milwaukee's shortstop in the 11th inning. Easily one of the more classic Mets matchups I've seen in ages, evidence that this current Mets squad has fight, and further proof that Grateful Dead Concerts are like baseball games. The only lowpoint? Trillion-dollar man Carlos Beltran....0-5 with two double play balls. Quit pullin' it dude! LET'S GO METS!