Spelling difficulties aside, I hauled all the way down there ten days ago to meet up with Nikki and see Noah Hunt and the 420 All Stars in concert at Stanley's Pub. (Unofficial Motto: There Is No Stanley.) We ran into a few other Noah groupies and had a pretty good time. A few photos from Nikki's private collection:
I also enjoyed the musical stylings of The Trojan Rabbit, who had a CD release party last Friday. I decided that I was not trekking back down there for a second weekend, no matter how awesome their lead singer is and how cute the bassist is. I may have to e-mail him to find out how I can buy a copy of the CD, though. You can hear samples on their My Space page (linked above) and on the official Trojan Rabbit Web site.
In Notes from a Small Island, Bill Bryson gets a newspaper job in England by betting that he was the only person in the office that could spell Cincinnati correctly.
ReplyDeleteSnerk. That sounds like him.
ReplyDeleteI liked his book about hiking the Appalachian Trail (or, attempting to hike) but he got on my nerves when I tried to listen to him read one of his other books — I forget the title. Did he have one about being in Australia? If so, that was the one.
Anyhow, he came off as really ... I want to say snarky and snotty, but I'm snarky and snotty a lot of the time, so that would be the pot conversing with a kettle. Supercilious? Maybe that's what I want to say?
Meh, whatevs. Bottom line: Did not like him, and that memory is preventing me from reading his new book, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid.
Oh man, I love Noah Hunt...sooooo hottt!
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