25.10.06

Tired

God damn. Exhausted. Falling asleep at school.
Also, cute record store chick keeps getting all my money! Damn her ladylike wiles.

18.10.06

Tragedy

This seems like an idea destined for tragedy.

Just read that last sentence. What on earth are they thinking?

And I'm feeling kinda crummy.

But in other news, because of the PSATs today I only "taught" two classes. One of which was a study hall. And since I didn't want the kids to get too far ahead, I just talked about La Malinche and other ancillary topics of Mexican culture. Also, Machismo. (Thanks Women in the Hispanic World(you have to scroll to the bottom to read about it))And then we reviewed stuff. An easy day. I've spent two hours sitting here trying to figure out what I'm going to be teaching kids tomorrow.

Turns out it's review stuff, mostly. Although I just learned an interesting method of tutelage called "Total Physical Response Storytelling." If I can find a story to tell to my Spanish I kids, maybe I'll give that a whirl.

Yep.

14.10.06

Bray's

Dad played at Bray's the other night. I wrote this guy up about it, mostly while there:

Its fall nights in a dim bar with a good beer and a great band that make me realize I wouldn't give up Maine for the world.
An easy Allman Brothers song has the bar bobbing it's collective head. Smooth, simple guitar solos. Each of the two guitarists feeding off each other in a celebration of what music is all about.
The stage is lit red and a witch is silhouetted against the moon in a novelty light set above the drummer. One light points up at a guitarist and his shadow moves behind him in sync with him. A black doppelganger.
Bray's on a Friday night. The band has no name I know and yet they're miles above the clientele who yell drunken requests and clap on the off (or every) beat.
But above all the music. The slow songs drop conversations to whispered words and eyes wander across the room. Does this song have more meaning for some? Was someone's virginity lost to this song on a long forgotten prom night? Or maybe it was just a car ride in the sunny afternoon, leaves changing all around.

I see my love/ love shining on down through the years

As they cut into a cover of "All Along the Watchtower" that is drenched in 70s rock, I realize I can't wait for the blues jam here on Sunday. Now they're every Sunday, but once October ends it changes to the last Sunday of the month. I recommend you check it out.
The "All Along the Watchtower" cover that dripped the sweet honey of Paige and Plant segued remarkably smoothly into a Johnny Cash tune. These guys have a range, I can tell you that.
As they cut into break time I find out they do have a name. The Sensations.
On top of the phenomenal band, Bray's has some excellent micro-brew beers. Tonight I enjoyed Willie McGill's Brown but the favorite I've had there is the Oatmeal Stout.
All in all, Bray's is a quality establishment. Although as the evening dwindled to a close a rather short and old woman sauntered up to me as a song was quite clearly ending and said, "Hey, tall boy, wanna dance?" I informed her I don't dance and yet she persisted in asking again.
Ah well, vaguely humorous stories are always good for the repertoire.