April 25, 2010

• A Brief Summary

  Every year during the last Saturday of April the company I work for takes part in something called Rebuilding Aurora (its a town in IL) in which we do a bunch of work on the house of a poor person. Its the least we could do after taking so, so much from people. So yesterday was that day and rain be damned, we were going to work in and mostly outside the hizzy. Although it rained a lot the overnight, it was pretty much dry the entire day. I had the duty (heheheheh....................I said duty!) of doing some landscaping in the front of the house with a group of guys. Now I don't know the first thing about any sort of landscaping or doing any other handy man stuff. In fact, usually every year I just try to leave things in as equal condition as I found it lest I make things worse. Truth be told, I'm a disaster when it comes to stuff like this if it weren't for other people to prevent me from fucking up. I just do as I'm told and nothing more because as I've learned with physical labor, if I do more, I usually make things worse. But yesterday I  just did a bunch of shoveling dirt and moving bricks and shit like that; in other words things that I can't possibly fuck up. Even though I was only there for about 4 1/2 hours, my back, arms and legs are still pretty sore today.

  Last night some friends and I went to see the Chicagoland's premier Beatles tribute band, American English. Check out their website here:

  http://www.americanenglishbeatles.com/

  They really put on a hell of a show, going through the various eras of the Beatles and changing clothes after each set into the next Beatles era. One of the guys in the band actually looks like a young Paul McCartney. After they played, there was another band there called Person To Person and they came out and did a solid hour of collect calls. You can check out their website here:

  http://www.thep2pband.com/

  They actually were pretty good, especially for a bunch of old guys. The lead singer looks a hell of a lot like a friend of mine and is the youngest member of the group, probably about 40 years old. The rest, well they are all in their 50s and actually maybe even their 60s. Maybe because they were so old that they needed to play extra loud. Or maybe it was because we were standing directly in front of them just about 10-15 feet away that it was so loud. All I know is that when we left as soon as we got outside, we couldn't hear very well. And there is still ringing in my ears.

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