The Weekend - The irony

The Weekend - The irony of being a long-term unemployed (that's what the Department of Labor calls me now!) on Labor Day weekend didn't escape me.

Still, it was a great weekend. Saw Franky Perez at the Bandshell on Saturday night at the Fair. Now, the Bandshell crowd has to be one of the toughest crowds out there; a mixture of people from stroller-bound toddlers to septuagenarians and everyone in between, all footsore and gassy and worn out after a day of violent rides and greasy food. Of the several hundred people there, it's a safe bet that only a thin film of them have any idea who you are. And if you're a club animal like Perez - who puts on a kinetic, old-school raveup of a show that's tailor-made for a club (or at an outdoor gig full of rock and roll fans, like last July at the Block Party - that has to be hard. The show was good - but you can tell when a hyperkinetic stage animal like Perez just isn't feeling the love. A group of maybe forty fans dancing around the foot of the stage picked things up. Here's hoping he has another local club gig soon.

More job leads. Sigh. I've been playing the numbers game all along; I've sent hundreds of resumes, had dozens of interviews of various types, and have probably 5-6 serious job leads right now. Eventually, the logic - my logic, anyway - says something's gotta break. Right?

Speaking of breaks - thanks to everyone that made this past month a record month for donations. I think Amazon delays telling me about gifts for at least thirty days, so - if you donated money via my Amazon link about this time last month, thank you very much! This site continues to be completely self-supporting, which in these times is pretty encouraging.