I’m having my first real pang of becoming a responsible adult. I feel boring and old and limited and utterly tethered.
I was offered the opportunity to be a part of yesterday’s BOADRUM 9 in Troy NY, and turned it down…to remain on daddy duty.
Boredoms. 9 drummers. Me backstage with EYE.
Instead, it was blanched broccoli, Elmo diapers, repeated readings of The Little Island, and gauging how many inches I can actually pinch these days.
Cooley dispatched intermittent and rabid media files my way last night. Here are some of them:


Cooley (and his companions Herb and Tanner) are planning to write all about it, so I’ll leave it to them to tell you how awesome and life-changing it was. I’ll just go pre-rinse some cloth diapers instead.