Happy Easter!

(Bells from Easter Mass, at The Cathedral of Sevilla)

I think about the first time I heard pink floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. It was at a Now & Then choir party in high school at who's house I don't remember, but I do remember us trying to decide on a movie, and somehow getting on the topic of how the album supposedly matches up to the Wizard of Oz. So, of course, someone ran to their car and got the CD and we got it to match up, and watched it.

--- Side note --- later on in college I got my hands on a Divx version of the two from Ghetto Bowler and the experience was much more, ah, intriguing with a little liquid inspiration. I've never done drugs and never will, but I'm willing to imagine that its even much more so.

Anyway, we ended up listening and watching the movie and I was intrigued. The next day, a saturday, I went out to the Apple Valley target and picked up the CD. On the way home, I tried to listen to it in the car and was less than impressed. To all who have never listened, Pink Floyd is definitely not cruising music. When I got home, I put the CD in my CD player and forgot about it...until one night, late at night, I couldn't fall asleep, so I put my sleep timer on and started it up.

Completely different. Wow. I absolutely loved it. From then on, I've listened to The Dark Side of the Moon hundreds of times. I've listened to it by myself. I've listened to it with a large group. I've listened to it in a darkened room, lit only by black lights, and I've listened to it while at work.

I also have The Wall, and have heard the other albums, but nothing compares for me. I'd say above all else, this is my favorite album ever.

That's a big statement. The Beastie Boys are my favorite band -- I have all of their albums, including some that I guarantee you've never heard of. I enjoy some hardcore screaming metal bands. I like rap and hip-hop. Classical music also sets the mood, along with jam bands like Phish, and I'll even toss in some mainstream country if it strikes me.

But Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. It's a trip.

....no pun intended.


What I'm Drinking: Big Daddy IPA

I really wanted to post today....but I still have a headache from Saturday's pseudo St. Patrick's day event (oh those crazy catholics!), which I totally don't understand because I really didn't drink that much, but whatever body....just continue to hate me. And I also had to spend the day/evening/night cleaning and doing all of the crap that I didn't get done Saturday because one of my brothers is flying into Minneapolis for a day tomorrow, and he's staying at my place because he'll be working at his firm's Minneapolis office for the day. So I had to get my place respectable for a visitor. And now here it is after midnight and I still haven't made my bed so I can go to sleep. If I didn't consider myself somewhat mature, I'd probably just say screw it and sleep in a sleeping bag for the night. But I'd like to think that I've outgrown that level of laziness.

Well crap. I just wrote a paragraph of a post. Now I might as well write some more, not that I'm going to be able to go to bed anyway....since I broke two of my post-college cardinal rules. 1. Drank caffeine after 5 (that bottle of Dew in Cub looked too good to pass up) 2. Took a nap in the afternoon. And now I'm stinkin wide awake, I won't get any sleep tonight, I'll be S. T. Ruggling all day tomorrow, and all because of St. Patrick. That bastard.

No actually Saturday was a lot of fun. I somewhat organized a shindig to a free beer tasting event at a local liquor store that had equal potential to be awkward and lame, and be kind of fun. I'd rate it on the kind of fun level. It was me, Doppleganger, and....ummm...hmmm....I need two new nicknames for people, since apparently I named one of them in a post from a long time ago...so I'll have to think about that one. But two more folks.

So we did the beer tasting, probably lingering at the liquor store longer than socially acceptable, but I'm not quite sure what the social rules are on free beer at the local liquor store. What the threshold of samples puts you into the frowned upon level. Whatever, it was pretty fun. Then we went back to the two-to-be-named-later peoples' place, watched the Gophers lose their basketball game, went out to eat, and then to a bar in St. Paul.

And at the bar in St. Paul (The Muddy Pig, for those who care), we fell along a path of enlightenment to an epiphany of gigantic proportion. What was this epiphany, you are asking yourself? Ladies and Gentlemen. At that table, while finishing the beer in the bottle of the random dude sitting next to us (ridiculous, I know), Me, C. Maurice, Doppleganger, and the-two-to-be-named-later birthed......

wait for it.....

The Man Scouts.

The Man Scouts deserves a post of its own, but this drunken idea is in a league of its own.

And with that cliff-hanger, I bid you good day.