The Jane & Scott Show

We have returned from our Portland/Sunriver whirlwind journey. It was awesome. We managed to cram in everything necessary to a trip to the Northwest: Portland eateries, micro brews, and coffee; family, friends, people watching, and the great outdoors.
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Maggie and I were going on our morning jog when we spotted a dog trotting down the street off-leash, with no human in sight. It was an intimidating looking creature – big, body of a muscular brindled boxer, head of an old english bulldog, all jowly and sloppy-ridiculous. It walked like it’s hips weren’t what they used to be.
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Have I mentioned to you bleaders that I’m taking the bar soon? I know this is a music blog, but it’s permeating my life, so just accept the information: I am. Taking the bar. In about 32 hours. This is really subject matter for the other blog, where I attempt to shape my professional persona as a future lawyer, but there are some things you get to admit on music blogs that you don’t really want to have headlining your lawyer blog. (more…)

Nash “Sad Robot Harmonies” from Bryan Columbus on Vimeo.

This is not us. But I like it.

I just watched a video of one Grayson Chance. And now I know with absolute certainty that I will never be a teen idol. More imporantly, I know why.

When I was the right age, I was locked in my room performing “Take Me Baby or Leave Me”, both roles, with great gusto and my own choreography for a disinterested cockatiel.

But even then, I didn’t look prepubescent.

I will never, ever be able to threaten to unfriend someone with tragic, heartfelt bitterness, knowing it to be the ultimate rejection. Nor could I sustain sincerity for such a perfect head turn to a well placed camera.

In fact, is it unlikely that those words would ever come out of my mouth without first having to make it around the tongue in my cheek to emerge oozing with sarcasm.

I am, however, just as fascinated as everybody else by the boy who looks like he’s in kindergarten and sings like he’s 25. I keep looking for some hint in this video that it’s a joke. . .kind of like I did with the Friday video. Eventually I realized it wasn’t, and another thread in the frayed rope of my faith in humanity snapped. . .

Seriously though. Watch the video. It’s just. . .bizarre.

I went for a run this morning. The smell of Georgia in the middle of the summer is difficult to describe. But I’m going to try, because it was the first thing I noticed when I got here, and it is always the first thing I notice when I start running. There’s hot pine straw, green things, sun on grass, flowers, bbq smoke and the damp smell that sometimes rises from ponds and swimming pools. And it is always tinged with the faintest whiff of decay. (more…)

Hello.

I got into the habit of talking to you as a child. You were the great teddy bear comforter of the universe. I knew that whatever I told you, you understood, and you loved me anyway. It gave me peace.

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I’ve discovered Angry Birds. For those of you who don’t know, this is a game that has apparently achieved wild popularity amongst the technically savvy set – so much popularity that the little hipster in the back of mind is horrified that I’m admitting to my new activity. Whatever. I can’t fit into her clothes anymore, anyway.

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Un-f*(king-believable. We should change our names to something like The Rain Doctors. Or, if only we were an eighties hair band, then we could be the Storm Bringers or something equally awesome. I think this is like, the fourth gig in a row we’ve played to a storm. And I’m talking about all year round, too. Yeesh.

Bonus points to anybody who makes out tonight!