Thursday March 16 2006
Worked on a demo in the AM, then took it to Big Yellow Dog and played it for them. Carla gave me a tour of the place and she said I couldn’t bring Posh in because Sarah Siskind got sick last time and she thinks it’s from dog allergies. Took a nap, then Sean McDermott called and said he was in town to see Wilco and would I like to meet him for a drink. I called him back and said “sure, where and when.” He said he was staying at the Ramada, so I said I’d pick him up. I picked him up and we went to the basement to watch Kevin Rhodes, and the neatest thing he did was this kind of instrumental thing at the beginning of the set. He’s a good musician. So I said, “How have you been, Sean?’ just making light conversation. He looked different from how I remembered him, he was wearing a pink shirt with cartoon characters on his tie and a fishing jacket and red converse low tops. “I’ve been fine.” he said “And you?” I said fine, and then I asked him how we knew each other. “You had a gig in Dublin 10 years ago and I came to it.” I was trying to remember him but I couldn’t. I don’t know if we even exchanged two words. He just looked me up in the phone book and called me on a whim. It was interesting but I thought he was someone else. Dropped him off at his hotel at midnight and went to bed.