>>> Is anybody out there? For the last two days, I’ve come in to the office, gotten settled at my desk and ready to launch into the usual work when it hits me: I HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE. YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE. What are we even doing? It’s like the last week of high school around here, people milling about with the vague sense that they’ve somewhere to be, but meanwhile, a haze of beautiful long-summers-of-the-’90s idleness envelops everything. Do you want to know what I did last night? I listened to like three whole Replacements albums. And then I went back and listened to my favorite tracks again. Then, I ordered a pizza. And let me tell you, it was GREAT. Reading “The Busy Trap” might be the greatest thing any of us could do this week. No time like the present.
>>> What was I supposed to be talking about? Oh right, picks: We’re having an all-early-reggae pool party tonight and Guided By Voices is playing at the Trocadero and there’s a cool little art show on Frankford Avenue. With only the slightest mental effort, you will be able to convince yourself it’s the summer of 1995.
>>> Block party on Hope Street. Real feel: 108 degrees. Be careful.
>>> The very wonderful Bouffant Bangout party is happening at the Barbary and is accepting of all persuasions of people who love oldies.
>>> Take your kids out dancing, as the Sundae party is all ages at Morgan’s Pier.
>>> Later, go see Weird Hot, because it is.