Stuart Pearson (“Hurdy Gurdy Guy”) played again tonight. He segued “Ghost Riders” into “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, did “White Punks on Dope” again, only screwed up a couple of times, and of course performed the fine version he does of “Baby Got Back” accompanied with a slinky. Go Stuart.
Quote of the evening, from genericus: I HAVE PAID SUBSCRIBERS WATCHING RIGHT NOW AND YOU ARE KILLING THE MAGIC!!
I think graduate school is basically a disease. In just the last week I’ve heard four horror stories, including one serious neurological ailment caused essentially by Ph.D. anxiety, one abandonment of the dissertation, and two people who dropped out after four and six years of pain and expense, respectively. All of a sudden I don’t feel so bad about never finishing my bachelor’s. I really knew this already because I grew up with a graduate school around me, and A’s experience at USC was instructive to see too. Friends don’t let friends pursue academic careers, folks.