Thursday, January 01, 2004
the year 2003 just ended.
at exactly 0:00:00 on January 1st, 2003, i was among 750,000 people smooshed together in Times Square in New York, the largest city in the USA. yes, and at exactly 23:59:59 on December 31st, 2003, i was celebrating with family in Moulton, Iowa, population 600. the two grandest locations i can think of. 2003 was a grand, grand, grand year.
the year 2003 sent me all over the damn country. wandering around Manhattan in the early days of January, then taking the greyhound back home to Iowa City, then camping in Wisconsin in July, then day tripping to Minneapolis in September, finally taking a train to New Mexico in December, making it home to Iowa just hours before 2003 became 2004. this year also transported me from my parents' house to my own apartment in downtown I. C.
and speaking of transit, a few weeks into 2003 i began training for my third job: driving buses at Cambus. i finally found out what it's like to work at a fun job that pays well.
i think the summer of '03 will set the precedent for future summers to match. not only did i avoid getting really bored, i also got a lot of exercise and heard some great music. this summer i went to concerts of (in chronological order): Dr. John, Blood Sweat and Tears, Charlie Hunter, Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Phish (twice), Jethro Tull (KC and the Sunshine Band opened), Cheap Trick, Cake (also with the Detroit Cobras and the Hackensaw Boys), and Umphrey's McGee.
all the good music i was exposed to this year paved the way for my own rock band, Dirty Sixty, to finally start seriously playing. god bless it.
other creative things i did this year: "Friday Shoes," "All About Black Holes" mark 1, arrangements for a Klezmer band that never got together, several other doomed comic projects and finally a return to QPQ.
i'm sure there's a lot more that i should talk about, but i need to go to bed, as i have been awake since 10:00 AM, December 30th, 2003. here's hoping two thousand four will be even better.
at exactly 0:00:00 on January 1st, 2003, i was among 750,000 people smooshed together in Times Square in New York, the largest city in the USA. yes, and at exactly 23:59:59 on December 31st, 2003, i was celebrating with family in Moulton, Iowa, population 600. the two grandest locations i can think of. 2003 was a grand, grand, grand year.
the year 2003 sent me all over the damn country. wandering around Manhattan in the early days of January, then taking the greyhound back home to Iowa City, then camping in Wisconsin in July, then day tripping to Minneapolis in September, finally taking a train to New Mexico in December, making it home to Iowa just hours before 2003 became 2004. this year also transported me from my parents' house to my own apartment in downtown I. C.
and speaking of transit, a few weeks into 2003 i began training for my third job: driving buses at Cambus. i finally found out what it's like to work at a fun job that pays well.
i think the summer of '03 will set the precedent for future summers to match. not only did i avoid getting really bored, i also got a lot of exercise and heard some great music. this summer i went to concerts of (in chronological order): Dr. John, Blood Sweat and Tears, Charlie Hunter, Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Phish (twice), Jethro Tull (KC and the Sunshine Band opened), Cheap Trick, Cake (also with the Detroit Cobras and the Hackensaw Boys), and Umphrey's McGee.
all the good music i was exposed to this year paved the way for my own rock band, Dirty Sixty, to finally start seriously playing. god bless it.
other creative things i did this year: "Friday Shoes," "All About Black Holes" mark 1, arrangements for a Klezmer band that never got together, several other doomed comic projects and finally a return to QPQ.
i'm sure there's a lot more that i should talk about, but i need to go to bed, as i have been awake since 10:00 AM, December 30th, 2003. here's hoping two thousand four will be even better.
