Can a band’s greatest strength also be their greatest weakness? I’m beginning to suspect that the genre-hopping Lake Street Dive might have this problem. Even with all the streaming options today, if a band doesn’t fit neatly into a pre-set sound or algorithm, how are people going to find you? How do you categorize or explain a band that hop scotches between jazz, power pop, classic rock, soul, R&B and British Invasion.
After flying to Charlotte, sitting in a windowless conference room for hours, then going out for drinks, I was feeling like jiggling blob in dire need of some movement. Any movement. My resolve to rest was not helped by the fact that Charlotte was having a few days of very mild weather. When we finally exited the conference room last night, it was in the sixties. When I checked my phone on waking, it was still just a few ticks below 50 degrees. How could I pass that up?
Time was short yesterday as Chelle got a workout in, Cece and I had a basketball practice, then getting the girls out to shop for some much needed new sneakers and do some general food shopping for the week. It was past two when we got home. This was close to the witching hour for me. Anything much past two and I start to talk myself into not working out. So I tried to act as if I was a young teenage buck and just grabbed my shoes and watch and ran out the door before my negative thoughts beat up my remaining motivation.
During the car ride into the city, Michelle had been working to tune up her potential questions to ask. The most promising one, surely the most memorable one, I thought, was the one about the octopus and the washing machine.
So as we sat down to eat at Babbo (unlike NYC, Babbo in Boston is the pizzeria) before walking over to Milk St., it only seemed fitting that I order the octopus all’arrabiata. It was tender (other than one big tentacle), charred and spicy. The pizzas had improved since our last visit, though I still think they put too much cheese on them causing the middle to be a soggy puddle in some cases. But I’m a pizza nerd, no one else seemed to mind and there were no leftover pieces left.
I am more than a pair of running shoes. Most days.
Here are a few other things I’d like to continue/practice/improve in 2017:
Read more non-fiction
Unlike most Americans, finding time to read or just reading in general, is not my problem. I’m an avid reader and probably average 40 or 50 books a year. But give me a choice and I’ll always go for the pot boiler over the pop psychology.
I have noticed as I’ve gotten older than I’m increasingly interested in non-fiction, but I’m still primarily a fiction reader so I’m giving myself a goal for ’17 of reading at least 12 non-fiction books (cookbooks don’t count either).