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  • Confelicity vs Schadenfreude

    You know, it never occurred to me that there was word opposite of schadenfreude. I don’t know what that says about me. I don’t think anything good.

    Schadenfreude means deriving pleasure from someone’s misfortune. Confelicity means finding pleasure in someone’s joy.

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  • See What I Did There?

    For what it is worth, I do realize that not everything is about the abysmal state of the U.S. government. Sometimes, we can focus on other aspects of life.

    Unless I start focusing more on the joy and beauty in life, my mental health will continue to deteriorate.

    Clearly, not everything is shit. Sometimes, though, when so much of life is shit, I find it hard focusing on the positive.

    Kindness is key. I am sure of this. Remembering to approach life with kindness in my heart makes it easier to focus on the positive instead of staying mired in anger, fear, and resentment.

    Try it with me, okay? Just for this week, let’s try to remember to find our patience. Let’s remember to compliment people just for the sake of seeing them smile. Let’s remember gratitude, being thankful, and expressing our gratitude and thankfulness.

    Running into life holding on to good things instead of clinging to what makes us feel bad seems like the smart thing to do.

    Unless I’m wrong. Which, you know, is likely. I’m not an expert, you guys.

    Maybe I’m right, though. Let’s do this. One week, focus on the good. I’m not suggesting there can be no complaining or staying informed. I’m saying we need immerse ourselves into the bullshit to the exclusion of everything else.

    Perhaps, try finding ways to express your frustrations in a new fashion. Spend time thinking about what you need to say, and find unexpected ways to express your thoughts.  A way which departs from your stand-by responses. Like this blog post. I asked Joey to crack my clever code which only took a few minutes.


    Speaking of 45…

    The Return of Randy and Mojo

    Years ago, when my baby boy was actually a baby, Randy and I spent an entire summer going to a little bar, called The Overflow, every Wednesday night and watching Mojo Nixon perform. At the time, Mojo was a morning DJ at a local station.

    After a few weeks, he would sit at our table before the show and between sets. I listened to Randy and Mojo talk about college and sing Clash songs.

    One week, Mojo told Randy he wasn’t singing some of his songs because he couldn’t remember the words. The following week, he brought in a stack of lyrics and gave them to Randy. Mojo sang I Hate Banks by having Randy shout the lyrics to him. They actually pulled it off. It was fairly amazing and hilarious.

    We caught a few of his shows a couple years after that summer run, the last one was around 17 years ago.

    We went to see Mojo Nixon play live in a tiny venue last night.

    The Southgate House Revival exists in an old church in Newport, KY. We’ve been there a few times before. Once to see Ray Wylie Hubbard and the other to see Southern Culture on the Skids. Both shows were in the sanctuary. Mojo’s show was in a room above the sanctuary and was about a quarter of the size. The sanctuary already isn’t huge, it’s not like the church was St. Paul’s cathedral or anything. Just a normal sized Methodist church in Northern Kentucky.

    Mojo was easy to spot in his Hawaiian shirt and cut off jeans. The temperature last night didn’t get above 14. Anyone in shorts would have stood out, but add in Mojo Nixon, and you definitely have a larger than life human.

    It has been 17 years since we’ve seen Mojo and it took him a second to place where he knew Randy from. You could see the “hey, I know you” look on his face. Randy reminded him about the Overflow gigs and it clicked. Mojo immediately talked about the time they sang White Man At Hammersmith Palais to me before a show.

    My older son, Zach, and one of his friends met us there, which was cool because it was a fun show. I’m glad my kid was there. I mean, other than Mojo Nixon is nasty as fuck. I mean, super crazy nasty. My kid is 30 now, so it’s cool. Mostly. I just didn’t look at him during the super nasty parts.

    I forgot my favorite Mojo song until last night. You Can’t Kill Me. I am oddly comforted by this song. I loved hearing it live at least one more time.

    The best part of the show, however, was the end. His encore was mostly him singing “Donald Trump can suck my dick” over and over.

    I am a sucker for heartwarming moments in rock and roll shows.

    Mojo also worked references to the Resistance in his lyrics. At a show in Kentucky. One of the dudes standing next to me said “He’s about to piss me off.” You have to read that in a redneck northern Kentucky voice. Like the word “off” sounds like it has a “w” in it, but it is super hard to say exactly where. 

    The pissed off dude and his buddy flounced out before the show was half over. If you’ve never seen a redneck flounce, you are missing out.

    Here is a picture of Randy and Mojo from 17 years ago and a picture of them from last night.


    #Resist (But don’t forget to look for the happy)










  • The Secret To A Happy Marriage

    There’s no secret.

    People might try to tell you there are secrets to a happy marriage, but they are lying to you.

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