Thursday, February 6th, 2003
The Execution Of All Things
Okay, this was different. Coming home from rehearsal tonight, I get to the driveway of my building and find my way blocked by police tape. The other end of the driveway as well. The police have cordoned off the entire side of the building facing the YMCA. Oddly, there are no police cruisers with sirens flashing or people milling around, no chalk outlines, just yellow tape restricting access to my building. I briefly considered going under the tape, but figured it might be wiser to just walk around to the other side of the building which thankfully was still accessible. No security guy at the desk, so I just headed upstairs none the wiser as to why my domicile was a crime scene. Turns out that there were gunshots reported somewhere between my building and the back wall of the Y, hence the police presence. I can’t say I overly surprised… while I live in what would by all rights be called a nice part of town, there’s still stuff that goes on within a block of me that calls for head-down, no eye contact ettiquite.
Dubya is making his first visit to Canada on May 5. I’m quite tempted to make a road trip to Ottawa and offer the leader of the free world a banana. It’s uncanny.
Speaking of road trips, Rilo Kiley is hitting the road, but aren’t coming anywhere closer than 10 hours away. If they were getting just a little closer, like Detroit or Cleveland, I’d consider making a trek. Okay, maybe not Detroit. Not so much because the band is especially pilgrimage-worthy, though they are excellent, but just as an excuse to get the hell out of Dodge. Alas.
np – Rilo Kiley / The Execution Of All Things