Vacation Diary -Airplane Day

8.17.25

Somewhere over The Gulf of Squids

Dear Pro-Twizzlerers, Pro-Red Viners, and Red Licorice Both-Siders, 

I’m getting some music listening done on the plane.  I am almost done with another trip through my Bandcamp collection from newest to oldest.  Ghetto Blaster, David Kilgour, Wade Ogle, and The My-Oh-My’s are the last 4 items.  The collection started in 2012.  Now I have more than 200 albums, ep’s and singles. Listening down from newest to oldest always yields new discoveries and puts a boundary around my listening time.  I do listen to other music along the way, but the structure of listening to the whole collection makes it meaningful somehow--there are stories in music and music geeks partly map their lives through music.

After I’m through this trip through the collection, I will listen to the stuff I picked up on the last Bandcamp Friday.  Tex Perkins and The Fat Rubber Band, Ed Cole’s Born To Rot, Laughing Clown’s Law of Nature, Peter Wilde’s Alone In a Crowd, Ed Kuepper’s Black Ticket Day.

I demolished Stay Fanatic Volume 1 and started Diary of An Invasion by Andrey Kurkov.  It starts in 2022, about 8 years after the “annexation” of Crimea and the seeding of conflict in the Donbas region, when his novel Grey Bees took place.  It is a complicated situation--safe to say Tootin’ sympathizers in any society are a bad sign. Punkin Boobs has such an embarrassing crush.  One-liners aside, I am learning a lot about how little I know.

Handwriting on a plane is tough, though not impossible.  What else? It is nice heading home from a vacation.  I’m looking forward to some routine again—seeing our dog and making good coffee. I’m looking forward to our show with Kid Congo, and Fall weather.  I will miss time to walk and explore with Cleo; time to read, write, and take naps.  But I am good at scaling to make a lot fit into a normal day.  This is what people get to do when war hasn’t torn their daily lives apart, and if you are reading this, you may be among that lucky group.