chbp 2015

Every year I say this is it, no more Block Party for me. Yet, here I am again with a grimy 3-day pass bracelet and a hangover. Bands of note so far:

• Shabazz Palaces played an eclectic set, with drumming, humming, and enough choreography and old-fashioned rhyming that I realized they could pull off whatever the hell they want whenever they want
• Killing time at Cha cha, we sipped on Jameson's slushies and compared Grenades with Great Falls (I'm no metal head but the latter rocked it)
• Jarv Dee and Moor Gang alum Gifted Gab delivered a fun, dancy hip hop set
• Brothers from Another--adorable boy-band hip hop lite
• The Fabulous Party Boys got us dancing and made me long for a sequined jumpsuit

Filed in the guess-I'm-not-cool-enough drawer, I realized Don't Talk to the Cops were part of a semi-secret show last night, a block away from CHBP and the baby-raver shenanigans that chased us away from Com Truise (booked at Vera instead of the main stage or Neumo's, WHYYYYYYYY!).

more vacay

En route to a baseball game, we spied graffiti and stopped to take some pictures. The middle 3 are by 84 pages, a Colorado artist. Dunno who created the first and last but they're lovely.

vacay

Just back from three days in Colorado with the fam. It was a treat: four generations, twenty-five of us, and not a lot of drama (even including a cousin's tagalong ex). There's a pleasure in chillaxing among family, the ease of sharing a couple of Coors Lights in the back yard, catching up, playing with the little ones, or coming up alongside Gram and seeing that special sparkle in her eye. We ran around a lot, to a tea factory and a ballgame, then a flea market. We descended en masse at an unsuspecting Waffle House, then decamped across the street for free Slurpies on 7-11. We came home exhausted and sunburnt and a little melancholy for the herd. The marks of a successful vacation.