Last night Jen and I saw the Old 97’s up in Towson at a great little club called the Recher Theatre. The show was really great- a lot of rockabilly through a punk/country filter. Jen and I decided the guitarist was an engineer in disguise, the lead singer was channeling Paul Westerberg and the bassist was taking cues from Paul Weller and Ringo all at the same time. A rollicking good show.

I was telling her last night how long it’s been since I’ve seen live music. It’s been, honestly, about a year or so since I paid to see music; Rich B. and I saw a great 40’s swing/lounge band up in Philly last year, and before that it was probably about a year- most likely the Scofflaws the night before Matt and Sophie left for San Francisco.

Today is blustery and cold, and last night leaving the theater it was actually sleeting. What the hell? It’s frickin’ April here, man!

No progress on the house in about 4 weeks. I’m getting very very antsy. I want this stuff done. Jen and I usually sleep in till about 11 or so on the weekends, but I think I need to do a few early mornings and get this thing rolling again. I can’t be worrying about it in the middle of June- I want it done now.

Today’s sign that it could have been much worse.