I’m sure this has happened to everyone, but have you ever put something off to last minute, because you’re unfortunately lazy, and then last minute shows up, but you’re too busy helping some lady with a pair of shoes she eventually doesn’t buy? And you’re angry and hungry and you’re only stuck there because some old guy who’s in a pissing contest with your supervisor called in sick, so you had to cover his job and yours? Then you had to stop at the store so your wife could have a Pepsi? Now you’re a half an hour past last minute, so you have to throw together a post likely full off typpos and probably the same adjectives over and over because your brain is moving too quick to think of anything different? Yeah, its an age old problem that is currently happening. But there are three great shows tonight that I wanted to point out, so here’s a truncated post. Get out and see some music.

First would be the acclaimed Generationals playing Vadueville Mews at 6pm. They are the type of band that shows up every once in a while and wows everyone. Opening for them are the wonderfully kooky Brass Bed from Louisiana. They are actually pretty well respected among a lot of people in this town. So much that they actually consider this a second hometown. So, with Brass Bed playing a rare hometown show and the incredible Generationals, this is pretty much can’t miss.

The late show is the awesome Noah’s Ark Was a Spaceship out of Omaha. They are loud and talented. Hints of Dino Jr. and like, but also a bit of a punk mentality, they are powerful and wonderful. If that wasn’t enough, opening the show are two of Des Moines’ best in the terrifc prog-meets-metal-meets hard rock Fetal Pig and the always lovely Love Songs For Lonely Monsters. This one will be loud. Wear ear plugs. Trust me.

Over at the Gas Lamp, The thumping punk of The Atom Age is set to take the stage at 8pm. Gas Lamp gets a lot of acts like this, and they are all very good, but there is something special about Atom Age. Head here for details.

May 8, 2013
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This is where I have been the last few weeks. This is my son, Quinn Kristopher Murphy, born on April 26. He was born a mack track like 9 lbs 4oz and is now already up to 10 lbs. He’s a hoss and I already have visions of him starting at fullback for Notre Dame (and look that name; Notre Dame is where he belongs) and maybe parlaying that into a WrestleMania appearance, or at minimum, being able to bench press slightly more than the bar, unlike his old man. To be fair, that’s how big his waif-ish mother was when she was born, so it’s not likely.

He is a pretty quiet baby, overall, but when he gets mad, look the fuck out. There have been several times where I could say things like “this is the literally the angriest he’s ever been,” because it is true. But also, there have been times where he smiled that baby smile of his and suddenly you knew he was as content as he will ever be. No world to weigh him down, no negative stimuli to distract him. Just unadulterated bliss. It is the beauty of being ten days old. You have so much to learn and so much to experience, and yet there are real legit unimpeachable firsts. As you age, you say things like “I have never seen something so awesome (or so terrible or whatever) in my whole life” but there is literally no way to prove that. There may have been a time you got pinched by your hyperactive sister when you were ten days old where you were the angriest you will ever be. Or maybe the first time you felt a fleece puppy dog, you had never been or will never be happier than you are that that moment. It is why children can be so awesome, they have no idea how little life will start to get to them if they let it.

So, I have decided to take this time to behave slightly infantile. I had planned on coming back and recapping all the things I missed, and there have been a lot, but instead I will look directly towards the future. I am going to pretend like today is the first day I have ever written anything (and I’m sure some of you reading this will take that as gospel. Shut up, I’m rusty) and this is the first day I have ever experienced the joy of music and art. While this means I don’t get to talk about cool things I may have missed, it also means I will no longer dwell. I hope to treat all things in the future with the enthusiasm of someone experiencing things for the first time. A future that will have more firsts and, most importantly, more things I will treat with the joy and/or pain of firsts. So hooray for fresh starts and renewed enthusiasms! I will see you all tomorrow with a preview of a show for which I have never been more excited.

May 7, 2013
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