Myra Lee

2004-03-15 - 3:50 a.m.

Seeing The Trash Can Sinatras was pretty weird. I kept trying to enjoy it in a nostalgic way, since I was a huge fan many moons years ago. But that was several lifetimes ago. One of my most vivid memories I associate with their music is singing along to their big 1990 hit (�Obscurity Knocks�) in the backseat of my mom�s Aerostar with Childhood-Best-Friend-Who�s-Now-In-Porn. We were on our way to band camp. So surreal.

Anyway, my brother and his new(ish) girlfriend met us at the show. His new(ish) girlfriend broke her toe a few weeks ago when - in a flurry of excitement over American Idol - she leapt across the room and kicked the coffee table. Now she hobbles around in an enormous padded boot.

My brother is Music Geek Supreme and happens to be a Bootlegger of All Shows Ever. In addition to his collection of 50,000+ CDs (I�m not kidding) and an unknowable number of records, he has a library of 1000s of DAT tapes of shows he�s recorded. He has a variety of surreptitious methods for getting his recording rig into shows. And I don�t want to announce his tactics here on the Information Superhighway, but they�re pretty brilliant. Last night he revealed that he�d devised a new covert rig-smuggling method that involves a handy false-bottom that he built into his lovely lady�s enormous padded boot. Can you beat it? He�s roped her into his music-stealing racket and made her - quite literally - a �bootlegger.� Ya get it?

I have a feeling the success of this false-bottomed boot contraption is going to inspire him to construct some sort of new, state-of-the-art, covert convalescent bootlegging equipment.


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