Archive for July, 2004

  • Rob Spectre
  • 31
  • Jul
  • 04

I woke up this morning bright and early, hopped out of bed, and took a nice, deep New England drink of air. I shit you not, the air is *wet* and it’s not even raining. This whole “Ocean State” thing must be an atmospheric rather than a topographic reference.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 27
  • Jul
  • 04

Yeah, I’ll admit it. I waited in my car for Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” to end. But I am still ashamed.

I imagine Clinton’s talk last night was going to be the best of the night last night. Last night we learned what it was like to be a real leader of a divided nation. Tonight Ted Kennedy and Howard Dean learned that they don’t have what it takes.

Teresa, however, is welcome to the dance any time.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 25
  • Jul
  • 04

DNC is coming up and Southern New England is already shitting itself with traffic despair. On the commute home on Friday traffic was backed up because of a sign indicating that the event that the Convention is next week. Allegedly 60 miles of Boston roads are going to be closed for the event, and apparently Rhode Island is going to be footing a better part of that excess. They’re talking about traffic on I-95 is going to be backed up to Connecticut, which is certainly more than enough starch to blow my mind.

I talked with my Grandma yesterday as I’m wont to do when the time is right and the mood is conducive to listen to an old woman cry because I’m not home. Generally speaking these conversations are pleasant and enjoyable, but yesterday I felt like I caught her on a bad day. I was telling her about the skydiving trip and some other fun stuff I’ve had the good luck to fall into, and her reaction didn’t possess the usual amount of pride she takes in such stories.

I didn’t call her before I went skydiving because I was afraid she was going to worry, and though she’s not the type that is necessarily prone to worry-induced heart attack, it’s better to be safe than sorry. However, she didn’t come back from the news with the stereotypical “Rob, are you out of your fucking mind?” response. Instead she got kind of quiet and admitted that ever since she was 30 it was something that she’s always wanted to do.

She said to me, “You’re 23 Rob and you’ve done more than I’ve ever done in my life.”

I didn’t feel very proud. I just felt guilty for a life I feel like I’ve stolen from someone more deserving.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 23
  • Jul
  • 04

What we got here is bad news. Now instead of five different Britney clones, we’ll be looking at four. Teen magazines everywhere are weeping.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 18
  • Jul
  • 04

The new TMBG record kind of sucks ass. I like to think that I’m a big fan of even the most inaccessible tune sin the vast Linnell/Flansburgh catalog, but The Spine is just hard to listen to. This, however, does not mitigate the total punk rock radness of their new download store – entirely artist owned and operated. If anyone big was going to do it first, you know it’d have to be our Long Tall Weekend boys. Now, if they would just produce the kickass album they should have been working on instead of The Spine, we’d be all set.

Went on a recon mission to Cats the other night in anticipation of our rapidly approaching Shaft show with A Burning Fashion How hard is it going to rock you ask? I’ve already got a list above 12 of shit I can jump off of during the show.

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