I had planned to hang him in the bedroom, but since the only place he'd fit put his beak right at the level of my recently la$ered eyes, I decided he'd be safer in the living room over the TV. A mount, a screw, a tool (jokes were made) and a stud finder (I resisted) later, he's all moved in. Pretty handsome, no?

Darwin's official fish story: PJ and I caught him while ice fishing on Lake Michigan.

PJ and I should probably get engaged so that I can send this photo out in next year's Christmas cards.

Until then, watch your inboxes for an invite to the Fish Warming Party.

Holly and Lawyer Dave filled the evening with songs (thematically ranging from domestic violence, to escalators, Jägermeister, suicide, pornography, and back to domestic violence) nearly all of which are hated by the people of Salt Lake City.

Most songs were also introduced with an amusing anecdote:
LD: "This song is about when I broke Holly's arm with my horse."
HG: "But it wasn't a real horse. It was a one of those sticks with a head on it. So it could have been a lot worse."

Delaney Davidson, who was one of the better opening acts I've seen in a long time, managed to get quite a few audience members waltzing during the show. PJ bought his CD and I plan to make him lend it to me.

Photo by Jon Behm

"I was born in 1941. That was the year they bombed Pearl Harbor. There have been some dark times since then. It looks like things are going to change now." (Roughly translated from Dylan)

Photo by peterhoneyman

Cat's in the Well
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Summer Days
This Wheel's on Fire
Tangled Up in Blue
Masters of War
Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again
John Brown
Beyond the Horizon
Highway 61 Revisited
Shooting Star
It's All Right Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Under the Red Sky
Thunder on the Mountain
Ain't Talkin'

Encore:
Like a Rolling Stone
Blowin' in the Wind

The show was pretty good. I think Masters of War was probably my favorite song of the evening. All of the oldies had new arrangements. It's All Right Ma was half over by the time I recognized it. But, it was a fun show. Plus, I now get to answer "Watching Bob Dylan sing Blowing' in the Wind" to the question "Where were you when the United States elected it's first African American president?" That's pretty cool.

Indeed, there are now TWO capes. (For those who are keeping track, that's two capes more than Shannon has.) They opened with Flashy Man--Dick wore a red cape with "Flashy" written in cursive glitter on the back. Then Smorgasbord took off the Flashy cape to reveal the "It's Showtime" cape underneath, and they played that one next.

Memorable Moments:
"My Drummer" is from Eden Prairie, Minnesota. My Drummer has a radical agenda. Radical Drummer. My Drummer is offering one dollar off domestic beers at the Aquarium tomorrow in Fargo North Dakota. My Drummer has a credit card. My Drummer is a community organizer. My Drummer is starting a drum clinic... showing you the way... Play the drums for one night and you hear some drumming, teach a man to drum and he'll end up just like My Drummer, stuck in a miasma that never ends, ending up at First Avenue time and time again. My Drummer is going to make the call about when he takes it back up.

From now on, Electric Six is demanding the media investigate whether political candidates are pro-Electric Six or anti-Electric Six. Dick Valentine is donating money to El Tinklenberg. El Tinklenberg is Spanish for "The Tinklenberg."

Dick did laps around the inside of First Avenue at the end of Formula 409.

Tate and Dick nearly cracked up when Tate did the "disco burn" whisper in Future is in the Future. I did crack up.

Set List, not in order, and to the best of my recollection:
Flashy Man
It's Showtime
We Were Witchy Witchy White Women
Dirty Ball
Lovers Beware
Your Heat is Rising
Danger! High Voltage
Gay Bar
Improper Dancing / Sexy Trash
Rock and Roll Evacuation
Dance Epidemic
Future is in the Future
I Buy the Drugs
Down at McDonnelzzz
When I Get to the Green Building
Dance Pattern
Germans in Mexico

Encore
Gay Bar Part Two
She's White
Formula 409
Dance Commander

Now, I didn't get a chance to take any childhood literacy classes in library school, and I'm certainly not opposed to using technology to teach, and of course reading can be fun... But I think the Journal of Amphibious Species is being unfairly maligned in this commercial. Don't you? That little kid isn't going to be so flippant when his science project on pants wearing sea sponges gets an F.

"Garfield Minus Garfield is a site dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips in order to reveal the existential angst of a certain young Mr. Jon Arbuckle. It is a journey deep into the mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness and depression in a quiet American suburb."

Thank you, robot.

For those of you who want to see the hat:

And for those who know me too well. Yes, that is velvet around my neck, and it did in fact almost kill me.