Tony and Chase make a good tag team, but Nick and I just did the best-ever tag team job for two reporters/ music listeners who don't even live in the same state, much less work for the same newspaper.
A rundown: I see on Pitchfork this morning that King Khan is arrested. He was supposed to play in St. Louis yesterday, which is why I was interested. The news item gave this update:
The Kansas City Pitch reports that King Khan & BBQ Show's booking agent has confirmed that the band was indeed arrested in Hopkinsville, Kentucky yesterday.
Hopkinsville, you might recall, is where our very own Nick Tabor lives and works as the Kentucky New Era's cops reporter. I wasn't sure if he had known about it or seen jail bookings. I sent him the story, and it turns out he had not.
Within about two hours, he had the full version up online.
I'd like to say that's some pretty sweet team reporting, if I do say so myself. Even though I did absolutely nothing except read my normal Google Reader feed in the morning.
The problem: My vacation is over. I'm back to my daily grind. Suddenly I find myself asking, What now?
This was my event of the summer, if not the year. Whenever work got shitty, or I just got bored or lonely, I just kept thinking that I would be hanging out with friends in a few short months, weeks, days.
But that precious time came and went, and now I'm at a loss. I have no idea when we will all be together again. What do I have to look forward to?
The symptoms: I'm not sure what to call the feelings— Anxiousness? Loneliness? Restlessness? Has anyone else come down with these symptoms already? Or is it just my own symptom of being isolated in Missouri? (Also, is this too damn angsty for a blog? Guess angst is another one.)
The solution: We need to plan out next SadBear get-together ASAP. Whaddayasay, fellas? Let's get planning.
In the meantime (for a temporary cure), we should all listen to (The Supreme Genius of) King Khan and the Shrines all day, every day. I challenge anyone to listen to "Land of the Freak" and not forget all of their troubles with the simple shake of their booty.