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The Otherside/ Gliss -at- Edinburgh Castle 5/16
The Kills/ Child Ballads -at- Slim's 5/17
Etta James -at- Marin Veterans' Memorial Auditorim 5/17
Dresden Dolls/ Smoosh -at- The Fillmore 5/18
El Perro Del Mar/ Lykke Li/ Anna Termheim -at- Bimbo's 5/18
French Kicks/ The Weather Underground -at- The Independent 5/18
Arcadio/ Mist & Mast/ Definite Articles -at- Rickshaw Stop 5/21
Dizzee Rascal/ El-P/ Busdriver -at- 1015 Folsom 5/21
M.I.A. -at- Concourse Exhibition Center 5/21
The Black Hollies/ The Jizz!/ The Invasion! -at- The Hemlock 5/21
M83 -at- Great American Music Hall 5/21
The Cave Singers/ The Botticellis/ Triumph of Lethargy/ Skinned Alive To Death -at- The Independent 5/22
Mates of State -at- Slim's 5/22
Vitamin Party -at- House Of Shields 5/23
The New Centuries/ The Dont's/ Man-Miracle -at- The Hemlock Tavern 5/24
Dead Meadow -at- Slim's 5/24
Beirut -at- The Grand Regency Center 5/27
Ladytron/ Datarock/ The Delta Fiasco -at- The Fillmore 5/27
The Cure/ 65DaysofStatic -at- HP Pavillion 5/28
Asteroid #4/ Quarter After/ The Otherside -at- The Rickshaw Stop 5/28
Jamie LIdell -at- Bimbo's 5/28
Swervedriver/ Film School/ Mezzanine Owls -at- The Fillmore 5/29
Sybris/ Ex-Boyfriends/ Unwed Sailor -at- The Rickshaw Stop 5/29
The Fiery Furnaces -at- The Great American Music Hall 5/29
Ladyhawk/ Neva Dinova/ The Parish -at- Bottom of the Hill 5/30
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# The Heavenly States/ Sistas In the Pit/ The Dimes -at- Bottom of the Hill 5/31
20 Minute Loop/ Tartufi/ Yes Oh Yes -at- The Hemlock Tavern 5/31
R.E.M./ Modest Mouse/ The National -at- The Greek Theatre 5/31 & 6/1
Peter Murphy -at- The Grand Regency 6/2
The Long Blondes -at- The Great American Music Hall 6/2
The (June) Rumble -at- Harlot 6/4
Joan Of Arc/ 31 Knots/ Maus Haus -at- The Rickshaw Stop 6/5
Vauxhaul Broadcast/ Lemon Sun -at- The Hemlock Tavern 6/5
The Warlocks/ The Black Angels -at- 12 Galaxies 6/6
Los Campesinos/ Parenthetical Girls -at- Bimbo's 6/6
So fucking nice in San Francisco today. Good call by Simon Wistow to go get pissed at Zeitgeist with some good peeps and talk some shit. Now I'm chillin' on the couch with Rudy, who is fully worn out from his long day at work, waiting for my sweet to get home from her happy hour so we can watch Hellboy and have a private party. It's a good day!
Because I have some unexpected time on, this, the eve of the eve of a trek to Western Pennsylvania for the region's premier cycling event (and in the interest of padding those meager stats to the left), here's some recycled material about my first and only other trip three years ago. It's not all old, though. I've added footnotes, Klosterman style. Okay, not exactly Klosterman style; they're in the body of the text because scrolling down would be a pain. And they'll probably be far less clever.
Y1NZER or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pedal Picksburgh
I had been taunting Mehaffey all week. We were traveling to western
Pennsylvania for Pedal Pittsburgh. I had signed on for the sixty mile
tour, which included a climb of the dreaded Mt. Oliver. Dan and Sarah
were doing the fifty mile loop. Ten fewer miles and no climb: clearly,
Dan was a wuss. (To be fair, the wuss in question is currently training
for his second triathlon, but I digress...) And a wuss, as you well
know, is deserving of scorn. [1] Three years later, I don't believe Dan has completed a third
triathlon. I've got six more century rides under my belt, Who's the
wuss now? I mean, sure - he got married and bought a house, but.... uh,
I don't know how to finish that. Moving on.
Pedal Pittsburgh is an annual bicycle tour of varying lengths of the landmarks and neighborhoods that make Pittsburgh unique. It is hosted by and benefits the Community Design Center. I had planned to ride last year, but bailed at the last minute to ride with the Tahoe team; I was starting to get nervous about my training. This year, I know better where I am in my training, and more importantly, I know what to expect in Nevada, so I gladly substituted sixty miles in the 'Burgh for eighty miles in Davidsonville, Maryland. [2] This is further proof that I am a moron. This is the longest - and best - version of the infamous "beach and pie" ride. I can't believe I willingly passed up pie for Pedal Pittsburgh.
I was sick as a dog last week. [3] Hmmm.... I am getting sick now. My sinuses are really raw and I'd be congested if my nostrils weren't leaking all day. I missed multiple days of work and still had a hacking and wheezing cough on Saturday. I mention this only because I mentioned it to Sarah and Dan about two hours into our journey west and was promptly accused of attempting to lay the groundwork for skipping my last ten miles. [4] I laid the groundwork for bailing MUCH earlier this year. By which I mean, I signed on for the thirty-five mile ride and was completely up front about that fact. Of course, after all I ran my mouth, there was no way I could in good conscience - no matter how much I wanted (and I'll be honest - it wouldn't be long before I really wanted) - back out of climbing that damned hill. [5] Who am I kidding? Seriously. I back out of shit like this all. the. time. Through my boast, I had signed a contract, much like a medieval knight who vows to rescue the damsel or slay the dragon, back when such was the business of the day. This brave brave Sir Robin was not about to bravely run away. [6] See [5].
After lunch at Taco Loco, as Will and Laura [7] See also: Barracuda. were heading to the bike shop [8] The bike shop in question was owned by the father of a kid with whom I went to elementary school. This has nothing to do with anything, but I kept in touch with absolutely nobody I knew from when I lived in Pennsylvania so I find it significant somehow. to outfit nine month old Cash with the required helmet, the rest of us did a bit of reconnaissance on the South Side Slopes. Now, I was vaguely familiar with my impending climb because Vrabel [9] See also: The Vrabel. used to live atop the dreaded Mt. Oliver. But it had been several years, at best, since I had been in that part of town. First of all, I don't recall Josephine Street being so steep. Second of all, I don't recall Josephine Street being so long. It looked really bad. Dan, at one point, volunteered to join me for the ten miles provided we race. I hesitated, because the last time I was challenged to a race in Pittsburgh... well, "cheated" isn't strong enough a word [10] Long story short: Garrett cheated. Big time., but ultimately agreed. We clocked the climb at only a mile and a half, but that particular mile and a half was relentless. It went up. And up. And up. Then it went up some more. And just when it looked as if we were about at the top, it went up a little bit for good measure. And if that weren't enough, the descent was one of the most notoriously steep and serpentine streets in the city, which so happened to be in rather rough condition, potholewise, after the winter. It is this particular street - Sycamore Street - that my father used to drive down after taking out-of-town friends and relatives up Mt. Washington, just to show off a bit. It is this particular street that Vrabel points to when he mentions his concept of urban skiing. On the way back to Lawrenceville, Dan and Sarah and [Vanna] all remarked that I was considerably more quiet and seemed to be scratching my head more than usual.
Despite the minor anxiety, I slept alright once I managed to get Nobody [11] AKA: the Buddy Cat. out of my appointed room. (Nobody is a cat.) [12] Duh. I rose at a quarter to six with a minimum of snoozing and began preparing for my ride. I ate a light breakfast, prepared my water and snacks, and herded the cats a bit before getting to the day's attire. Now, there was some fuzziness to the weather forecast so I went to great pains to pack for every conceivable condition. I ultimately decided on the short sleeve jersey with a windbreaker and no leg warmers, when.... oh, (insert expletive [13] FUCK! here).
I dressed in street clothes and went outside to sit on the stoop to wait for Sarah and Dan. As they pulled up, Sarah rolled down the window:
"What's wrong?" [14] This exact dialogue is almost certainly inaccurate.
"I forgot my bike shorts."
"What about your other shorts?"
"I don't wear other shorts." [15] It's true. Short pants are for little boys.
(Coincidentally, it was to Dan and Sarah's wedding last month [16] Huh. I guess Dan actually got married before the ride. So I revoke my rescindment of my reversal on him being a wuss. Or something. I can't keep it straight. The point is: what has he done lately? that I set out without a coat and tie. I realized I forgot the core outfit of the weekend when we were well south of Fredericksburg and going back for it was completely out of the question. We stopped at Hecht's just outside Richmond, but the clerk forgot to remove the security device from my new jacket, so I spent the entire wedding with my hand robotically glued to my waist so that no other guest would suspect me of acquiring a really nice jacket [17] I mentioned to Cheeseman [17.5] Quote of the weekend, from Vanna: "I'm drinking Cheeseman's wine." that Vrabel would quote Fast Times when he heard the story and I was right. by less than ethical means. And now, once again, when packing for the weekend, I forgot the core outfit. This is all [Vanna's] fault - I know it; I simply have not yet concocted how, exactly.)
In the end,
it worked out okay. Gatto Cycles [18] See [8]. had no merchandise for sale other than
helmets and tubes, but I was able to reach Will and Laura before they
left home, and they brought a pair of gym shorts for me to wear. I
wasn't about to do sixty miles, for reasons I'd just as soon not
discuss [19] Chafing., but I did ride the first eight miles with Cash before setting
off on my own on a modified version of the thirty-five mile course. So
yeah, ultimately, I did wuss out of climbing the dreaded Mt. Oliver,
but I did ride up to Troy Hill, Highland Park, and Squirrel Hill. (Let
me repeat that last part: Troy Hill, Highland Park, and Squirrel Hill.)
The most important part, though, is that I had a blast. And that Whole
Foods provided burritos (of a sort) [20] If you could consider 'without a tortilla' to mean 'of a sort' then I guess this statement would be accurate. at the end. If you're within a few
hours, I urge [21] Urge seems like kind of a strong word. Especially from one who is planning to spend the evening before the ride at the Thunderbird. you to pedal Pittsburgh next year. It's a heck of a lot
of fun and with five different routes, there is one for every skill
level. And it is for a good cause. [22] This is where I went into my spiel about the warm feelings everyone would get from writing a check on my behalf to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. But I'll spare yinz that speech right now. Don't worry - I'll get to it.
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