I've been wondering why the kids have been sick for so long. Zed had pneumonia and RSV, and followed that with a double ear infection. Not to be outdone, Zoey tested positive for flu on Thursday. A little too much for one family, no?
I now know what they were trying to do: they were trying to get me sick. Mission accomplished! I am now the proud owner of a cough, a fever, aches, and all that fun stuff. Kids, if I had known you wanted to make me sick, I would've faked a few sniffles last week.
This was already going to be a rough and emotional week for us. I didn't need the flu on top of everything else.
Enough self-pity! Let's hear the song of the day!
Song of the day
Greg's back again today. Hope you enjoy his selection!As I moved away from the suburbs of DC to go to college in Baltimore and then onto Los Angeles shortly after graduation, it began to occur to me that I should consider myself lucky to have seen many of the bands from DC's legendary punk scene. At the time, I just assumed every town had a thriving local music scene. But as I traveled, I met more and more people who grew up in the absence of a music scene and only got to see pictures of their favorite bands in zines. My love for music eventually led me to writing about it and as my budding music critic career took off, so did the careers of a lot of bands I had been exposed to in my teens. I started to freelance more and more and suddenly I had my name on the promo list of records labels. In the early 90s, Touch & Go's roster kicked so major ass. One day, a Pegboy promo came in the mail. I had heard of the band and probably saw the pre-Pegboy Naked Raygun at some point, but I had never heard Pegboy. Once again, what I saw with this band was the same as I saw with G.I. and Marginal Man: a bunch of everyday Joes up onstage dishing out their emotional, melodic punk rock. I lived on a steady diet of Pegboy in the early 90s. They always – and still do – struck a chord with me.
Song of the day: Superstar by Pegboy
