I heard about this story yesterday. The beginning, the middle, and (maybe) the end. The whole thing is brilliant.

In other thoughts before I punch out for the weekend, I am not attending Coachella for the first time in four years. It looks to be 100 degrees all weekend long, which I won't be missing. What I will miss, however, is Classixx at the Music Loves Fashion party. Cold Act Ill is off the chain.

I went out last night with one of my best buds. Not unusual for me, seeing as it was Thursday night. Green Lantern, 10 PM, Shirtless Men Drink Free. Same drill as most Thursday nights. And, as is becoming more common, the second (and final) stop involves a few games of pool at the Eagle. But no, we couldn't leave well enough alone. My bud, who doesn't go out all that much, convinced me to go with him to "college night" at Apex. Believe me, I was nervous as we walked up to the club. The sidewalk in front of the club was filled with teens and twenty-somethings, chattering and chain smoking. What had I gotten myself into?

We paid our 5 dollar cover charge, and entered the club. Pounding hard music, strobes and crowd blinders going off every 10 seconds. We wove our way back to the video room. Rail thin, shirtless, hairless guys pole danced with the nearest warm body. Gals darted around the room. I tried my best to keep my head down, hoping to not catch the scorn of some youngster. At one point, I asked my bud, "so where is the corner where the old guy hides?", praying the spot wasn't occupied by someone 10 years younger than me.

We stayed for about an hour, then I had to beg off. Somewhere in the course of that hour, my bud waxed philosophical on the passing of time, missed opportunities, realizing where you stand in your life at any given moment. I looked at my surroundings and mused, "you know, this isn't that different from what I do when I DJ, except my people are twenty years older". A quick decaf to go, and we began the drive up the hill. Soon, it's 2:15 AM on a school night, and we're still yakking away on the back deck.

I don't feel like life has passed me by. I've had plenty of missed opportunities. I've had lots of disappointments, mainly because I aim so high. Missed opportunities and disappointments should never be confused with regrets. Five years ago, I could not have imagined where I am standing in my life. It's all good; even my bad stuff is pretty good, compared to what some people have to endure. Music keeps me young, keeps me interested, keeps me active. I never take that for granted. Friends keep me grounded, but are wise enough to give me the room to fly when needed. I am wise enough to take flight, and in the end, I usually land at the right place.

Assorted photos from the past few months.

The Europe band dates can be found here. In addition, I have a solo electric performance in Boston on May 10.

Last Saturday, BLOWOFF DC was good fun. Chatted with Kaki King, who had opened for Nada Surf earlier that evening. Pictures of the evening's festivities can be found at MW.

More BLOWOFF NYC photos (HX) and comments (Next). Jeff has pictures and commentary as well.

A funny comic strip can be found here.

Allergy season has begin in DC. Thanks to Pataday, I was able to keep my hands out of my eye sockets. A half dose of Claritin-D seems to help alleviate the other symptoms, without knocking me flat on my ass.

After a solid show in warm sunny Austin, we flew on to Colorado. A fun night off (complete with home cooked meal) courtesy an old pal in Denver, then a snowy show in Boulder. On to the West Coast, where Jon Wurster joined in on drums for the remaining week of US dates. Great shows in San Diego, LA, and SF. Portland may have been the best show of the tour - everything clicked perfectly. Seattle and Vancouver rounded out the trip. Thanks to everyone who turned out for the shows. Special thanks to Frank and Tim, the hardest working crew in show business.

Last Saturday's BLOWOFF in NYC was off the charts fun. Thanks to all the folks who showed up and helped us rock the club until 4 AM. Joe blogs his synopsis. A late dinner at Vynl, and up until sunrise for the first time in years. Sunday brunch with some buds, shenanigans at the Dugout with the rock stars, dinner, a nightcap at the Eagle. Monday, hang time in the Village, a Chelsea Boy Special, and a quick drive home. Great weekend.

BLOWOFF DC this Saturday. Another great poster by Pat.



Go here for Bob Mould Band EU dates and tickets.

An interview for LOGO.

A wonderful piece by Kurt B. Reighley for The Advocate.

A nice mention by the local NBC affiliate.

A thoughtful piece at Noise.

Ted Allen makes kind words about the NYC show.