Sniffing out Death

Death. Something is dead in the garage. I can smell it. It bitch slaps my nostrels the second I walk in. Something has had the audacity to die inside. Maybe it's revenge for some transgression I visited on some small vermin. Whatever it is it's rank. And, the garage is a mess. Usually it's a total sty at the end of the fall and necessity dictates a cleaning so the car can be kept out of the snow. It is amazing how fast it gets filled up after winter. This is the earliset I've ever cleaned it up, but hand is forced.

To clean I normally start putting everything out in the driveway, to put away in other places:barn, house, get rid of. It wasn't long before I found the culprit, an escapee from the morgue. As you may recall, the morgue is now filled with mostly vegan delectables salvaged from the Whole Grocer Dumpster. There was a package of Lemon Garlic Tofu that escaped but didn't make it far. In the recent heat the tofu has grown organism that may well not be vegan and is most definitely highly odoriferous. I carefully ejected the offending item.

It turns out the second show of the season was scheduled for the Bike Barn on Sunday as well. Weaselboy showed up with several others to attempt to put some order to the mess in the barn. There is most of a house, large beams, lumber, sinks, doors and windows along with all the normal resident bicycles and paraphernalia. Good luck. I continued with the garage and they had at it.

On the bill were 6 bands: Delay and Ghost Town Trio, both from Ohio., Rosetta from Philly, Minor Times Gift of Toungs and A Primitive and Strange Land, three Maine bands. Delay started with some great sounds at about 4:30. The Police (not the band with Sting) were here by 5:00. Yes FIVE PM on a Sunday. It seems the tender ears of the evil "See"a neighbor a quarter mile away has been offended. The neighbors that are all nearby don't care at all, infact the new neighbor across the street brought the kids over. So we promised to tone it down as much as possible and close the doors.

There is no real way to do punk right at a lower volume so I made a preemptive call the authorities and the down side was that the bands cut their sets a little shorter. There were about 50 or 60 kids and with the new floor on the second level there was overflow that migrated up there.


It was good music and they played until about 9 when the cops showed up again, just as the last band, an acoustic group was going on. Always put the acoustic guys last, they're quiet. After the show there was a fire dancer and juggling of fire clubs out back. I took a picture of that but all it looks like is dot on black so I'll close with a shot of my responsibilities for the day...taking care of Amina. Did I mention her parents are teaching her to refer to me by name: Grand Poop.