So then, soon after I got back from my trip to Boulder, but before my high school reunion I met up with some friends to see Mucca Pazza play in Evanston. Do you know who Mucca Pazza is yet? Have a gander and a listen:
My friend Andy is one of the drummers in the band. And that is what you call name-dropping.
So any-hoo, I met up with my friend Jane, who is married to Andy (and now I’m demonstrating how ‘in’ I am) and our pal Sarah and her son Avery (You know Avery, right?) on a blustery night to hear and watch them play.
The weather was pretty precarious for the most of the evening. Threatening to rain and the whole bit. About 30 minutes after I arrived this creepy bad boy came on the scene (I”m talking about the cloud)
It was circling rather suspiciously. Moving west instead of east. Then all of a sudden there was a HUGE gust of wind! Dust storms on the baseball diamonds! Lightening striking awful close! Everyone scattered and went running towards their cars and as we did the band played this:
Or at least I think they did. I was running away, did I mention that? That’s what was playing in mind if nothing else.
Maybe I’ll ask my friend Andy…you know, the one in the band, who I know and everything.
