Waving goodbye ...

I had big plans for my final go-round with Uncle Trent, since this appears to be the last tour before settling into a life of domestic bliss and/or working in IT. I thought I'd see at least 2-3 dates on this tour. I thought for sure it would be a vacation, kind of like the Seattle and Minnesota treks I did last year. At the very least, I thought it would be a beautiful summer beer-soaked evening of fun.

Well, I was sick all week long, I coughed through the whole show, and the evening was cool and cloudy. And yet it was still one of the best shows I've attended in recent memory. Trent and co. pulled out all the stops, playing songs I have not heard live in over a decade and sounded tighter than ever, despite the fact that I barely know who most of those fuckers playing in the band are anymore. That was still Robin Finck up there on guitar, right?

It's the end of an era (probably) and while I have no clue who I'll be following around to see live anymore, I am strangely OK with it. Maybe it's because TR's been threatening retirement for a couple of years now, or maybe it's because, the man has never seemed to take a break, and the last time he did, it was to slowly drink himself to death.

So yeah. Go off, old man, and be happy. It's been long overdue. And when there's something else that pisses you off that you want to write an album about, say getting those kids off your lawn, or some typo in the New York Times, we'll be here to listen.