Gotta start somewhere…
Okay, I am quite amazed that I have gotten even this far, having never “blogged” before. This is the first entry in what I hope to be a regular chronicle of the events associated with “the Garage”, my garage, my detached, ramshackle, slab-getting-lifted-up-and-broken-by-a-redwood-root garage. The one I half-heartedly converted from a dusty storage vessel (housing a broken lawnmower (I don’t have a lawn!), the carpentry tools I rarely use anymore, boxes of old clothes, and a bunch of other…stuff) to a totally bitchin’ place for me and my pals to hang out and listen to the stereo on the first Saturday of every month here in Oakland, CA. I for one am excited to see what, if anything, this endeavor becomes; whether it maintains my interest; whether it maintains anyone else’s interest! If all goes as planned (not likely) there will be playlists, links, photos, perhaps even videos, and (I expect, ‘cos I am incapable of brevity) heaps of blather from yours truly. Dig?
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Radness.
Hey, dudes, pals,
The blog aesthetics are amazing. Reminds me of spilled oil on clean water. Put my vote in for the led zep ditty. I danced with with 9th grade pals to it in a basement party in Amherst when I was 14. Sweet memories, foolishly dancing to a song that is both slow and rocking. Better to sit and air-drum. Great stereo ending as well!
Hope to make it out one of these days.
J
Dig!