The Perfect Trainwreck has been on a steady course for the past few days. We actually got together, well minus short dawg who couldn’t make it, for a go at some new tunes. Jed and Jeff created some great parts to some new material I have been working on as well as some old stuff that never really took flight. Sessions like these really keep us alive and leave no doubt in my mind that the next project will be sick! I just got the cover art for the upcoming PT album, done by Sarah Beth Wiley and am very pleased. The mastering is so close and is sounding just like those three days at Levons studio this past fall. So it is only natural for us to get going with the next recording.
Short Dawg caught up with us at a gig at the Langdon St. café in Montpelier on Saturday and we whipped of a couple of set to a great crowd, it was our first time there and we will be back. Prior to that was my son’s first little league game, and I got to tell you it was pretty much a religious experience for me. As a kid I sucked at little league I was the smallest kid on the team and I hardly ever got on base, unless I got beamed by a wild pitch, I have a vivid image of this asshole jock named Terry Mcdongha laughing after he imprinted the stiching of the ball on my left elbow. But here is Rye also the smallest kid on the team but his passion and attitude about the game were light years from mine. Yeah he struck out at one of his turns at bat, but he went out swinging. The kid does have a good cut that his teammates acknowledged, instead of the “nice work Thayer” that I would have received. Anyway his next time up he was walked and this is when he found his nitch, he stole 2nd then 3rd and then home on a wild pitch, there are a lot of wild pitches in little league and he found out how to use em’. He had another shinning moment when playing the infield and he leaped for a throw from the catcher and picked off some one trying to steal 3rd, the same trick he had just pulled off. I could see him beaming as everyone cheered and then he was right back in the game and I couldn’t have been prouder. I got to thank the kid for letting me have the experience (albeit vicariously through him) I was denied when I was his age. In addition to that it rekindled the love I once had with the game. I may have had a bad time with little league back in 1976 but I have fond memories of pick up games with the rat pack in my neighborhood and that classic feeling that sneaks into life once and a while. Whether it is in shiny new uniform or ragged Tough skins it is still classic and they’re to be tapped into and I couldn’t help but see the similarities between a good game and say a good song. You can always strive for one but it rarely or never happens on demand so you better recognize it when it does. I guess it is like having an eye for magic, I don’t know if I have one but I can’t help but thinking that by hanging out with my kid or going to more little league games I will be a lot more closer to getting one.
