Remember the time

I used to get this song confused with a similar Amy Grant song. This one's much better, I think.

R.E.M. is planning their first North American tour since 1999. I've loved R.E.M. since the first time I heard Document shortly after its release in 1987. I've never seen them live. Ever.

There was once a time I was close to getting to a sold out R.E.M. show once, but Tim (an old friend of mine who had the tickets ended up inviting his R.A.--who loathed R.E.M.). They left about fifteen minutes into the show. I was livid.

So, I'd hoped there would be a stop in Florida, but the closest show looks like it'll be in Georgia.

I miss my friend Tim. He died of a brain aneurysm at Downtown Disney a few years back.

Annual "Art" Shows

Several times a year there are various "art" shows around the county I live in. The thing is that most of these gatherings aren't true "art" shows, but country crafts.

You know what I'm talking about, people have their booths open and are trying to sell their Time Out Kids, or mailboxes decorated with UF Gator colors, yard decorations. . .you get the idea. I've never felt that these things were really art. Lots of people go to these things, and truthfully, I'd rather spend my day being tortured. If there were more of a balance of the types of things displayed, perhaps I wouldn't be so aggravated by it.

Now, I do enjoy the funnel cake, kettle corn, and assorted greasy and unhealthy foods that are usually part of the deal. I don't really think increasing my chances of a coronary is really a good reason to attend. The public school student works displayed are worth taking a look at, but it's still not enough of a draw for me.

I'm probably just being unusually irritable.

Not enough fun Friday links.