Score!

Some years ago, before I had kids, Mrs. Buckethead and I used to have fun. We'd go out and see bands play. We'd drink and laugh. We saw our friends. Sigh.

Where was I? Back about a decade ago, shortly after we moved to DC, we were taking in a show at the Iota, (probably my favorite venue in the area) and the headlining was Mount Pilot, an alt-country, bluegrass, blues-rock, country gospel band out of Chicago. Their live performance blew me away; fantastic playing and incredible energy.

I was so impressed, I bought the album.

That album - Help Wanted, Love Needed, Caretaker - has been one of my favorites for the last decade. But something like my curse on tv shows I like seemed to be operating that night, and the band split up shortly after. I knew of a second album - their second, self-titled release; but never could I find it, despite having the awesome power of the internet at my command.

Until yesterday, that is. Every year or so, I look to see if the disc is for sale anywhere, typically a futile and frustrating endeavor. But late last night I saw the disc for sale through the good graces of Amazon and the ill-named 2DollarMusic. Add to cart? Yes! The magical disc will arrive sometime between now and July 1st. (I appreciate an online retailer with that level of precision.)

I'm all a-tingle. My ten year quest will soon be over. Now, I'll be free to resume my plans to take over the world.

[wik] I was talking with Patton the other day about The Hickories, another alt-country band whose base player was an ex-blogger and friend of Perfidy Phil Dennison. Their stuff is available on iTunes and CDBaby. Well worth a listen. I wonder what Phil is up to?

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Mine are more closely spaced - 7, 4, and 2. And you know what? The last week has been heaven, because for the first time in seven years, I'm not changing diapers. I know it won't last but it is a beautiful thing. Beautiful.

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Oh yes... all those years BC. Before Children. As a father, I've had one absolute epiphany. I understand completely why my own father drank.

I've got three great kids. 23, 21, and 11. Apparently God decided I wasn't done parenting.

I really wouldn't trade them or any of the experience for anything, although there have been times I would certainly consider offers. Some days more than others. :)

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