Congratulations to Patrice of Stewarville and Teresa of Minneapolis who both won tickets to the Americana Songwriter's Showcase at the Rochester Civic Theater tonight! The evening features Chris Knight of Nashville, Brandon Sampson and Dezi Wallace of the band Six Mile Grove, and The Porchlights (Martin Devaney and Jake Hyer), now re-named The Flatwheelers.
Mid-to-late August is slow for news, which is why we're so grateful to Brett Favre and Hurricane Bill. Bill is shaping up to be the perfect hurricane - big and nasty and horrifying and on a track to miss making a direct hit on almost everybody. But a hurricane is a brainless, random thing that makes no sense. Just like the song "A Horse Named Bill".
Let's hope Hurricane Bill doesn't get a chance to do any stomping. Alas, we are bound to be hit square on by Hurricane Brett. Favre is our poster boy for mid-life indecision. Anyone who has been 39 knows how difficult it is to face the likelihood that you will soon have to leave some things behind. But not quite yet. I'm still good! Really! If anything, this melancholy Favre dance might make Vikings football interesting for people who really don't care otherwise. It has all the elements of a cheap, tragic romance. The neediness of one. The desperation of the other. The long held expectation by most observers that the two would eventually get together. The remote chance that it could possibly work. The near certainty that it will end badly.
Sigh. I hear Frank Sinatra singing Kurt Weill's "September Song".
Ah yes, we will wind up with more than we want of Bill and Brett.
Any other songs come to mind?