Ma & Pa Searl, aka IPJ and IPMM, just headed back to Rochester after a fun weekend in the Worcester / Grafton vicinity. We had another great dinner with them and Meghan & Greg at Nancy Chang's Friday, though no one found a milk ring in their coffee afterwards so that was a bit of a letdown (speaking of, Ali-Dub has officially burned the traditional folk/bluegrass song "Pig in a Pen" into my cranium. So if I start dancing a jig mid-blog here, she is entirely to blame). On the plus side, IPJ gave me a miniature nun catapult thing called a "Nunchuck" and some authentic Texas Hold'em laying cards, complete with bullet holes AND leather carrying case. This combined with my battery-less crankable flashlight makes me near invincible in electricity-less environments. So my scheme to rule the world is still moving along nicely.
We also got the new album Slow Down from GPGDS, which on first pass is sweet. It is also Jamie-bass heavy in a groove-oriented way, so owners of old Jeep Cherokees may want to turn down the volume on their older stereo system a little bit lest their speakers burp. Seriously, sounds great, just excellent playing and production, crystal clean sound and rhythm sections. I dig very much, and the highly anitcipated album meets its high expectations. Plus, ya know, it's got a beat, the kids can dance to it, 93. Congrats on a very well done job, James.
Saturday, Beck and Margie went a-dress-shopping and then met Scott, Meghan and Greg in Boston for lunch at a Sushi-type place. I tutored and hung out in Grafton, rocking out the same Aerosmith song that I've been playing for the past month to the point that I felt compelled to list it under my played section as a song that I actually know (I can't play the solos yet and I'm probably around 110 bpm while the song is actually at 120 bpm, but that is, as they say, close enough for Tufts). I also bought a 3 dollar glass slide and goofed around with a little DADF#AD tuning, which for those of you not in the know, can make any upright white suburban sound like a semi authentic blues dude. In one key, anyways. So that's cool; I will try to incorporate some of my Mississippi Delta heritage on the first album. Margie and Beck stopped by the house to pick me up around 4 and we headed over to the Spaightwood Galleries in Upton. Beck got a nice early birthday present in an objet d'art by Jonna Rae Brinkman from Margie, and I think Margie also successfully laid the inroads for some Upton-MAG transactions. Brinkman's stuff, incidentally, is right up my alley and I think I could gaze at it indefinitely. And in other art news, Marjorie Searl became the first non-Nyet proud owner of a Nyet Jones original painting. She selected Yucca as a gift from NJ and promised to begin documenting its history immediamente. So congrats to Marjorie on an art-heavy weekend.
Saturday night we went to the Grafton Inn and had a great dinner (chicken parmesan, steak, fish & chips). We also got YET ANOTHER glimpse of the future, as Beck ordered "my" dessert "for me." Funniness ensued. We were so enamored with the ridiculous cuteness of Grafton Center that we just had to stop on the way back and look at the statue of Jerome Wheelock with a crankable flashlight on the way home.
APB: Jerome's new nickname is "The Pimp of Grafton." Grafton H.S.'s mascot is now, "Da Pimp." Local prostitution laws shall be adjusted accordingly.
Margie and Scott stopped by Sunday Morning for a walk in the woods with the pups. S & W were somewhat subdued, but W did put on a little Wrigley 500 display and got Sparkle riled up, too. More fun. Beck and I hit the gym later, and I've been watching UConn try to choke against George Mason ever since. And just to mention it, I have really missed the entire tournament this year, so just getting to see a hint of the intensity during this game has been cool.
Alright listeners. Stay tuned for more maligning of late 19th century engineers. Who can't defend themselves. Or all the pimping they did. Shameful, New England-style pimping.
Nyet Jones's Word of the Day:
Brocage (Pr. brah'-kij)
n.
1. A pimp's wages
2. Jerome Wheelock's wages
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