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Are you familiar with the urban legend of The Wizard of Oz + Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon? Dateline: 2017. Boise Treefort Festival (5 days of amazing, same format as SxSW). Final nite of the fest, Sunday nite. Boise Contemporary Theatre. I saw a play so profound, so outrageously ambitious, I have no interest in seeing a play again, ever. It was called 'T here are Chinese Tunnels under Boise.' But back to Floyd, Oz, and the urban legend. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, swear it's true. This is a global phenomenon. The gist is that the two are perfectly synchronized. If you watch the flick on mute, listening to the record at the same time, they're in sync. I'm not making this up. Do a search on it and you'll also be pulled into the rabbit hole. Anyhoots. That's the background of this blog, and this play. Act 1 of 2 begins in a basement of the stoner Floyd fan. His 3 friends arrive: 2 blokes & a bird. He argues with his friends at lengt...

Why do music fans only own craptastic stereos?

Dateline: Victrolas onwards. The ladyfriend with the Thunderbird MBA had one loudspeaker behind the sofa . Another, an MD, had a clock radio as her music system. I witnessed her using it to dance to MacArthur Park & it was horrifying. A couple others had the please think for me I'm unable Bose wave radio. Most had tiny Bluetooth speakers. Not just ladies, blokes also. Same thing. Craptastic stereos from the 90s. All have this also in common: they enjoy music. All enjoy music or claim to (doesn't everyone?). Surely everyone replies in the affirmative to the simple query do you dig music? Oh yeah I like music listen whenever I can oh yeah man for sure. So I reply oh groovy what's your stereo like? Their reply what stereo? I use airpods & my Bluetooth speaker at home. I'm been inside the homes of wealthy friends & colleagues, many. Nice furniture & art. Fancy kitchens. And a Bluetooth speaker on the counter. That's it. I a...

That one time my roomate's cat burned down the apartment

Dateline: college, senior year. I finally quit smoking weed to get it together for the GRE (grad school entrance exam). Ergo needed to move out of the fraternity physically & mentally. Something had to give, as it were. Getting clean meant splitting, in this case across the street. Guy named Jeff had a room for rent in his small 2 bedroom. Ground floor duplex. I lived there for 6 months. Jeff was a marathon runner with pornstache & uptight vibe. Always wore a black beanie (note to laypeople: constant beanie = personality disorder, anxiety issues...or mebbe it's just cold) His ladyfriend was friendly and seemingly normal. Until early on I came back to the apt at night, not late. I heard all this rustling in his room; their door was closed. Within a minute she burst into the room declaring 'sorry I have to go!' So weird. She acted like I busted them during sexy time. I couldn't care less. All I did was walk in & about to head to my room. Turns out, wait for ...

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