The big news here is the Northeast is the impending arrival of Hurricane Irene. I began the workday at three o'clock this afternoon, and am pretty much resigned to stay on site until... whenever. Most of the evening up til now was occupied with working an event, and the couple who rented the site must have built up a lifetime of goodwill, because the real rain held off until they left the site. Of course, I got soaked to the skin while dotting the i's and crossing the t's before closing things up. Now that everyone's gone, it'll be me and Irene (and I hear she blows like anything) until whenever.
I often pack for work as if I were going on a camping trip- this trip just involved packing additional impedimenta. Of course, the brunt of the storm is supposed to hit tomorrow, and I am safely ensconced here, while the roads will all be a godawful mess.
It's always good to have a place to hide when the storm breaks:
Gotta love The Alarm... back in ought-six, the reconstituted Alarm played three shows at the Knitting Factory (both locations, LA and NYC) in three weeks, and my good friend J-Co and I went to all three shows, while a revolving cast of friends took the other tickets we purchased. Damn, they put on some fantastic live shows.
Here's another weather related song, with an intro which perfectly showcases the late, great Stuart Adamson's use of the E-bow to achieve the characteristic sound of the band:
Here's a final song, a not-so-long distance dedication to Irene, with whom I am going to spend the night. I'm hoping I don't get fucked by her!
I'd be remiss if I didn't give a shoutout to _____, the Director of Operations for my employer. She's been calling every few hours to make sure that the skeleton crew that's working tonight are doing well. I can't say enough about her, she's great.