Country Death Song

mamma cass sighting

surfing the bird

Rememberings for a story sometime later about seeing the Violent Femmes in Vail on 7/27/02 with Kelly, Amy and to a smaller extent, Cole.

Making mix cd's for the trip - one for day, one for night :: forgetting such mix cd's :: picking up amy from her gallery :: the gallery :: angels made of human hair and teeth :: duchamp's door :: amy's sale of 9 pieces of art :: driving the sable to Vail :: the never-ending parking garage with no parking available :: humidity of the parking garage :: amy's from virginia, kelly's from virginia :: finding cole at the event not 100 feet from where we were all sitting :: punkers, standing, obstructing our view :: punkers breaking down the vip gates so we could get closer :: dancing like in "my so called life" to "blister in the sun" all the violent femmes songs, :: add it up :: amy hopping, or rather, squeezing through the gates to go backstage :: me following :: getting kicked out :: bs'ing with the security back stage :: amy getting signed on her arms and leg by the entire band :: amy trying to pick up Gordon :: :: G Love having black shoes and Black socks - like me :: giving no respect to special sauce :: wandering to the playground :: the seesaw :: the ten or a million slides :: swings :: learning to do the crab swung :: walking back :: looking for hot cocoa, finding hagan daas :: finding amazing glass scultpures :: getting ice cream instead of hot cocoa :: talks about books on the ride home :: The Bauhaus