New Hampshire comes and goes with predictable results. Between the Stuart Smalley bodyslam and firing his campaign manager, I must admit my distaste with Howard Dean is growing to a point that his fundraising capability can’t counter. Initially, my attraction to Dean was in his anti-war stance and innovative Internet-based small-contribution fundraising system. To my estimation, electability in the actual presidential race is all about dollar bills. When faced with the quarter billion warchest of Dubya (none of which has been touched during this Democratic squabbling), he who controls the message in the summer is going to be the victor in 2004. But, with Joe Trippi on the freelance, a Kerry nomination could still pick up Dean’s fundraising infrastructure without the Dean campaign’s total inability to react to even the most trivial campaign problems. DFA likes to blame the media and the sniping of Democratic rivals for the fall, but I didn’t see John Edwards twisting Howard’s arm to talk smack about every middle-class mortgage-payer’s best friend. We’re seeing true political natural selection here; he who fails to adapt gets left in the dust.
In non-political news, with still-unintroduced drummer Mike still recovering from a severe intestinal virus (don’t ask), we got a weak practice in last night. Though it’s still apparent he’s not running on all eight cylinders, we got enough out of him to work on some new changes for the stage show. The ultimate goal is some wicked new surprises to shine up the Shaft bandwagon for a shocking summer. But its the start/stop 4 bar covering development stage that I really love about being in a band, a concept that I have always been enamored with in the first place. We’re still getting accustomed to the space and, really, each other, but its still has the potential to be the most exciting time yet in the Shaft’s two year history.
At very least I can shut everyone up about calling it a “band.”