Indiana jones & the legendary shack shakers

Yesterday was the Friday that comes twice a month where Jane and I have the same day off. It started out nice. We slept in a bit and then she made us breakfast: 2 eggs o/e, bacon and toast. A nice change from the usual oatmeal.

For lunch we had movie popcorn. She talked me into seeing the new Indiana Jones (and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) movie. I had actually just read some blurbs from WP, but... to be honest... I'm not a real IJ fan. Not that there's anything wrong with any of it, but... he kinda reminds me of somebody I don't really care for, and... whatever else... I'm just not a big fan. But it was alright. Jane thought it was great. And, actually, I LOVE going to matinees. You leave the middle of the day and it's like you're transported to another time and place. But the movie, popcorn and 2 pops cost us $29! I didn't like that so much.

After that I finally took my phone in to see what's wrong with it. They said it needed the software upgraded, and might need a new battery. The upgrade was free but the battery would cost me. When we went back to pick it up I also found out I could get a new phone. But they don't just give those things away anymore like they used to. And the tech was trying so hard to get me to notice her cleavage. She did everything short of putting my phone in there.

Anyway... after supper at Logan's, my idea for the day was to catch the Legendary Shack Shakers. I had read awhile ago that they were actually going to be in Fort Wayne. I've heard plenty about them - another band heavily influenced by JATS - but have never seen them. So I'd been quietly looking forward to this for awhile. Of course, the opening band didn't start until 9 pm - which more than likely means 9:30 at least. And they were playing in what appeared to be this smallish, dive type of place in maybe not the best part of town, and I'd never been there before, and... the fact that the Shack Shakers are of the Southern Gothic/Blues Punk genre... my 45-year-old bones suddenly began to feel a little feeble. We did a drive-by around 9:30 and it was looking fairly dead - with lots of people hanging out in the street and the parking lot. So we cruised downtown a bit and waited until after 10 to head back. I don't know why but I suddenly just got a real anxiety about going in. This used to happen to me all the time, but it hadn't for a long, long time. And I always hate it when it happens. Why do I get afraid to go into places. It wasn't like I feared for our lives or anything. It was like I just turned into this big wimp, and then the more mad I get at myself, the more afraid I get and then I'm too mad and afraid to do anybody any good and... ahck... we must have driven around the block like four times and I finally just gave in to the notion that I'm too old to be doin' stuff like this. And that made me feel even more dejected. I reasoned that we didn't need to spend the $16, and it was such a tiny place, and I had to get up early, and we were too old, and... It didn't really matter. I was beaten. Foiled again. I drove home in shame at being too afraid to see the shack shakers. Maybe this is why I don't like Harrison Ford.

I really wish I'da went. Not that I needed the ear massage so much, but I really wanted to support the owner of this establishment in his efforts to bring good bands to the Fort. But... it's another day. Whatever.

Today we have a work day at the church. We're prepping ground for our new 15'x30' storage shed, and enclosing a corner of the pavilion for storage and a serving area (like a concession stand). Concession - now there's a word for you.

Support live music, folks. Peace all up in your face. Sigh.