Past, Present, Future
May. 7th, 2021 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI didn't do all that much today, because close to four hours of the day were consumed with a round trip drive and two appointments. The drive to Rachacha went a little longer because I thought I had plenty of time before a followup dental checkup from last week's Yankee. (Turned out I had even more than that, but we'll get there.) I followed on the baseball theme by stopping at a stadium I sadly will not be seeing major league prospects at, in this or any other summer:
Yes, the Batavia Muckdogs, formerly the short-season lowest-level affiliates of Not Your Miami Marlins. As of the last game I attended there in 2019, this was their proud announcement of that which lasted into even earlier this year:
The removable part of that sign is now a blank slate, and all signs of Fish have been removed from the stadium walls. All that remains of their 80-plus years of major league affiliation history is that sign in the ticket window which still references NY-PENN LEAGUE, a circuit founded in this very city in the 1930s until the Lords of Baseball officially and summarily executed it at the start of this year. Supposedly there will be unsigned and unpaid college players taking that field this summer in some semblance of a "league." I at least hope they'll let them use wooden bats, so we won't hear those annoying NCAA PINGGGGGGs! all the way to the Exit 48 ramp.
Even with that photo stop, I still had way too much time to get to the dentist and barely enough to stop at the local office first, but I chose the latter, plugged in my laptop, refilled my cawfee and drove the three miles back to Brighton for my 11:00 checkup....
which, unlike last week's, was actually on their schedule for noon today. Blame Siri for that: that stupid phone always defaults appointments on future dates to the same time you are entering the data. I usually remember, but being numbed and bloodied at the time, I forgot. We wound up splitting the difference and he got me in a little earlier than scheduled, taking all of five minutes to confirm all was well.
Those were the past moments of the day.
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I then reconnected with media and saw I had a present from my beloved:
Meet Frankenmower. No, not the former Senator who got mowed out of a job, but the finally repaired electric jobbie that Eleanor put the finishing touch on during my drive this morning before she went to work. Circled is the final piece of pipe which holds the outer handle of Dreaded Number 54 in place and leaves its detached inner piece at peace, its 200 screws never jostled. She just needed time to get to it, and our neighbor's gracious loan of a spare gas mower let her have it. Today was cold and rainy and I was exhausted after all of today's travels, but I told her that, somehow, I still wanted to give her handiwork a spin. She appreciated that:)
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Then there's the future; but it's one that, at the moment, is not mine to share but certainly is available to make fun of:
I got a call in transit the other day: two Rochester friends had cleared the online pre-sale queue for the Genesis reunion tour that would be stopping in Buffalo this fall and would I like in? The timing of this tour announcement was funny, because I'd been listening to some of their stuff recently- inspired by the lawnmower repair, of all things. One of their signature songs from the late Peter Gabriel years is called "I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe") and is sung in character by a lawnmower, as in the human pusher of same. Phil Collins also did the vocals on the bit regularly after Gabriel's departure. I did see them once in college- my future roommate Jim and my then-freshman roomie Larry (he of the crickets and I don't mean Buddy Holly's band) took our first-ever road trip to see the just-shrunk-to-a-threesome Genesis in Binghamton in March of 1978. The setlist is preserved here, if you care. I was just learning their back catalog through Jim and others, and as the boys moved away from the complex lengthy epic tales and into Phil's Pissed Off at his Ex-Wife Ballads, I had little desire to see them again. They hadn't toured in ages even pre-COVID as Collins's voice and hearing were effectively shot from years of touring with them and on his solo projects, but they'd made some plans right before the end of the Before Times and this announcement culminated them....
but at what cost?
One fitty a ticket minimum, and that was probably without the Ticketmonster addons. I may check later, like the day before the show; two years ago next week, I got a last-minute ducat into the What's Left Of The Who Farewell XCIV tour for forty bucks all-in on Stubhub.
But: I did get hold of part of the sekrit setlist to the upcoming "From Geritol to Senior Citizen Recreation Center" 2021 tour. It's a mix, starting with the really old ones from the Peter Gabriel era-
Cinema Show with OAP Discount
Early Bird Supper's Ready
I Have No Idea What I Like (and What's This Truss Doing in my Wardrobe)
The I've Fallen on the Carpet and Can't Get Up Crawlers (from the classic Gabriel rock opera The Lamb Falls Down and Breaks His Hip on Broadway)
- and then moving on to the Phil Collins years-
Follow You Follow Me at 30 in the Left Lane With My Blinker On
Turn It On Again but Tell My Doctor if It Stays Turned On for More Than Four Hours
No Reply at All to "Get Off My Lawn"
A Visible Crutch
And we can leave "Land of Confusion" just as it is.
If you have any of their songs to add, comment away.
Yes, the Batavia Muckdogs, formerly the short-season lowest-level affiliates of Not Your Miami Marlins. As of the last game I attended there in 2019, this was their proud announcement of that which lasted into even earlier this year:
The removable part of that sign is now a blank slate, and all signs of Fish have been removed from the stadium walls. All that remains of their 80-plus years of major league affiliation history is that sign in the ticket window which still references NY-PENN LEAGUE, a circuit founded in this very city in the 1930s until the Lords of Baseball officially and summarily executed it at the start of this year. Supposedly there will be unsigned and unpaid college players taking that field this summer in some semblance of a "league." I at least hope they'll let them use wooden bats, so we won't hear those annoying NCAA PINGGGGGGs! all the way to the Exit 48 ramp.
Even with that photo stop, I still had way too much time to get to the dentist and barely enough to stop at the local office first, but I chose the latter, plugged in my laptop, refilled my cawfee and drove the three miles back to Brighton for my 11:00 checkup....
which, unlike last week's, was actually on their schedule for noon today. Blame Siri for that: that stupid phone always defaults appointments on future dates to the same time you are entering the data. I usually remember, but being numbed and bloodied at the time, I forgot. We wound up splitting the difference and he got me in a little earlier than scheduled, taking all of five minutes to confirm all was well.
Those were the past moments of the day.
----
I then reconnected with media and saw I had a present from my beloved:
Meet Frankenmower. No, not the former Senator who got mowed out of a job, but the finally repaired electric jobbie that Eleanor put the finishing touch on during my drive this morning before she went to work. Circled is the final piece of pipe which holds the outer handle of Dreaded Number 54 in place and leaves its detached inner piece at peace, its 200 screws never jostled. She just needed time to get to it, and our neighbor's gracious loan of a spare gas mower let her have it. Today was cold and rainy and I was exhausted after all of today's travels, but I told her that, somehow, I still wanted to give her handiwork a spin. She appreciated that:)
----
Then there's the future; but it's one that, at the moment, is not mine to share but certainly is available to make fun of:
I got a call in transit the other day: two Rochester friends had cleared the online pre-sale queue for the Genesis reunion tour that would be stopping in Buffalo this fall and would I like in? The timing of this tour announcement was funny, because I'd been listening to some of their stuff recently- inspired by the lawnmower repair, of all things. One of their signature songs from the late Peter Gabriel years is called "I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe") and is sung in character by a lawnmower, as in the human pusher of same. Phil Collins also did the vocals on the bit regularly after Gabriel's departure. I did see them once in college- my future roommate Jim and my then-freshman roomie Larry (he of the crickets and I don't mean Buddy Holly's band) took our first-ever road trip to see the just-shrunk-to-a-threesome Genesis in Binghamton in March of 1978. The setlist is preserved here, if you care. I was just learning their back catalog through Jim and others, and as the boys moved away from the complex lengthy epic tales and into Phil's Pissed Off at his Ex-Wife Ballads, I had little desire to see them again. They hadn't toured in ages even pre-COVID as Collins's voice and hearing were effectively shot from years of touring with them and on his solo projects, but they'd made some plans right before the end of the Before Times and this announcement culminated them....
but at what cost?
One fitty a ticket minimum, and that was probably without the Ticketmonster addons. I may check later, like the day before the show; two years ago next week, I got a last-minute ducat into the What's Left Of The Who Farewell XCIV tour for forty bucks all-in on Stubhub.
But: I did get hold of part of the sekrit setlist to the upcoming "From Geritol to Senior Citizen Recreation Center" 2021 tour. It's a mix, starting with the really old ones from the Peter Gabriel era-
Cinema Show with OAP Discount
Early Bird Supper's Ready
I Have No Idea What I Like (and What's This Truss Doing in my Wardrobe)
The I've Fallen on the Carpet and Can't Get Up Crawlers (from the classic Gabriel rock opera The Lamb Falls Down and Breaks His Hip on Broadway)
- and then moving on to the Phil Collins years-
Follow You Follow Me at 30 in the Left Lane With My Blinker On
Turn It On Again but Tell My Doctor if It Stays Turned On for More Than Four Hours
No Reply at All to "Get Off My Lawn"
A Visible Crutch
And we can leave "Land of Confusion" just as it is.
If you have any of their songs to add, comment away.