Meet Your Monster
The Hag's nephew at left
Today I met up with my brother downtown, and we went to the opening festivities of Mercy Corps, the Portland-based international relief organization, which just opened a new headquarters building in Old Town, right next to the venerable Skidmore Fountain. (Inscription: ”Citizens: The Riches of a City”….)
My nephew’s band, “Meet Your Monster,” was playing, and I was pretty impressed. They have a lot of original music and some real talent; it was a nice way to spend a sunny fall Saturday, especially when ol’ Cocktailhag got a shout out, ”My Uncle Tony, Cocktailhag….”
myspace.com/meetyourmonster
That is cute!
Great to see the boy again. Last time he was still wearing shirt and pants in one piece
Geezerdom stalks you when your younger brother’s kids are almost as tall as you are, and they start driving cars and being in bands.
Ah, but aren’t they wonderful? Summer’s lease hath all too short a date, the Bard said, and rightfully so. When I see stuff like this, though, I don’t care. I don’t. It just makes me glad.
Ah, yes, all the fun without the responsibility…. Ted and I left without them, after they drained his wallet they were fine downtown on their own. I’m somewhat loath to admit that at that age, I spent my free time considerably less productively.