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Posts by Liffey

Welcome to Austin, Assholes

Posted on November 11, 2017

Not long ago I traveled to Austin, Texas with my friend Mosquito. We called it the “Beers, Barbecue, and Biking” tour. “You guys don’t look ready for biking,” said the friendly bicycle rental man. “But my man, we are ready for beers and barbecue,” I said. The man runs Streamline Cycles where Mosquito and I were renting our bikes.  Maybe he thought we didn’t look ready for biking because it was 100 degrees and Mosquito had his bike shirt tucked into his blue jeans. I had a cotton T-shirt and shorts that only became shorts because they unzipped from the lightweight hiking pants I wore. We biked along the pea gravel trail around the Colorado River and Lady Bird Lake. Just off the bike…

Aidan at the Depeche Mode Concert

Posted on October 7, 2017

The last time I was at a concert with Aidan it was a year ago to see Warpaint at Thalia Hall in Pilsen. You can read Aidan’s review of that show here. In August we attended the Depeche Mode Global Spirit Tour at whatever-the-hell they are calling it theater in Tinley Park, a southwestern suburb of Chicago. And wouldn’t you know it, Warpaint was the opening act. I also joined Aidan to see Depeche Mode the last time they were in town. You can read that review here. So introductory song this year was “Revolution” by the Beatles. It was cool, but the intro song used to be one of their own instrumentals, usually from whatever album they had out that year. Aidan: I…

Bartender Poet

Posted on August 15, 2017

  Went to Cincinnati recently. The Queen City welcomed a joker like me. I took my friend Mosquito with. It was just for one night. It was to meet a girl I know there, Shay. I didn’t take Mosquito to see Shay, whom I met at this bar called The Blind Pig. I had a couple craft beers that were local. I forget what Shay had, other than her cute lips, black curls and long legs. If things had gone with Shay the way I wanted them too, I probably would not have ended up at Madonna’s Bar & Grill, some watering hole downtown. I had a brilliant egg sandwich thing. And I was treated to brilliant, gritty poetry by Scott the gruff bartender.…