Out and about, some sights from some walks the past couple of days.
A late Christmas present arrived today: Led Zeppelin by Led Zeppelin, their coffee table photo book that runs from the formation of the band through the 2007 reunion show, with every album and (I believe) every tour represented. It’s got some nice little anecdotes throughout, but really, it’s just an awesome thing to flip through, looking through how they shot through the world so quickly, until the stark reminder towards the end abruptly stops all that.
Anyway, it’s well timed. I’m on a huge Zeppelin kick at the moment and this was a great thing to have appear on the doorstep this afternoon.
Mudhoney was, and remains, a goddamn treasure. Just delightfully trashy and sarcastic and fuzzed out and holy hell they are still tearing through their sets. Their new stuff is right there with the classics, and they have just the right attitude for these current, stupid times.
I also wrote my first real anything in a while, so there’s more about last night’s show in Boston here.
I also really like the bottom shot I took where my hand clearly moved, but it reminded me of a digital ode to their early Charles Peterson shots.
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards finishing Exile on Main St. at Sunset Sound, Los Angeles, 1972.
(Photo by Jim Marshall)
I’ve been digging the possibly abandoned train tracks here in Salem that I pass every day now.
Well I made good on my promise/threat to take as much advantage of living this close to Fenway as I can for the next three weeks or so, and it paid off in a 16-4 beat-down over the Angels. On top of that, last-minute tickets had me right along the wall in right field, and if you’re eagle-eyed, you’ll see me making the home-run signal just above the Jordan’s sign as Rafael Devers’ home run falls about three rows behind me.
Top that off with a nice walk down Mass. Ave. back over the river after the game, and it’s like two wins in one night.