May 31st, 2007
WMBR radio and policemans.
highlights of the little boston radio gig:
- during the drive to boston, we exchanged notes on the factions of each family that were creepy and weird. everyone, it seems, has at least one psychotic, weird, semi-molesty relative, usually more. i mused on this as we drove through the unusually clear may evening down the turnpike.
- upstairs at the building at MIT there was a bar. we all managed to get in a couple of beers and an inning of the red sox game before venturing into the little studio to create a special mood for the world.
- at one point during the whole thing, i was overcome with agape.
- jeff breeze learned me all about the russian writer Gorky.
- on the way home, we were tortured by a cop who decided to run his own little abu ghraib of the turnpike. here is how it works: pull over someone, ask them if they were drunk (i was not, at all), make them do an on-site sobriety test, and then tell them everything is fine and they can go their merry way. then — tail them some more, flash your lights, pull them over AGAIN, and tell them in a friendly voice, “you know, there may be a warrant out for your arrest, just wait here while i go confirm or deny.” for five minutes i was preparing myself mentally for being handcuffed, searched, and thrown in jail. kafkaesque, because bandmates and myself were unable to fathom what warrant could possibly be out for my arrest. plus, what was with that wording? “confirm or deny.” so, 5 sweat-drenched and panic-attacky minutes later, he lumbers up and says, ‘wrong guy, thanks folks! different birth year’ and takes off.
i swear, if i ever find that other guy, i’ve got a birthday present for him.
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