I saw these candy cigarettes at the gas station a while back. I remember getting them when I was small but I thought they’d been banned. If the FDA gets to control real cigs they should def. be getting these under control too. And look what else, these lil’ hot dogs! Gum that’s shaped and masterfully colored to look like real Lil’ weinies. Sadly, they had no true hot dog flavor.

Speaking of flavor, Will Oldham was back in Lexington this Saturday at a place called the Red Mile (a harness racing track) and the show was in the “round barn”. A sign on the barn it said “standard bred” instead of what we’re used to seeing all over, “thoroughbred”.

Bachelorette, another Drag City band, opened up for them. They (she) are from New Z. and sounded nice. As the bands were making a transition, people from the crowd were wanting to walk behind the stage (closed off by two round tables). People kept walking thru the gaps and the notorious bassist from Chicago, Josh Abrams, got caught up in traffic control. He was in bared feet and had his hands full of one of the tables that started to collapse. He was getting frustrated and waving people off but they kept coming and the table kept sliding down (the legs were folding in on themselves and on Mr. Abrams own legs). I got up to help him out and just as I had a grip he looked at me with a disgusted look of failure and left. I set the table up alone and felt a sense of disappointment. All that struggle to then just bolt.

Bonnie Billy was in rare form. It was the last show of a big tour of 75 shows or something and he was like a kid on the last day of camp. He didn’t want to say goodbye to his good friends (the band). He was in such good spirits that he just kept on going. At one point he asked the crowd if we were still alright, he said he didn’t want it to end and went back to the back of the stage and grabbed his little tote bag. He unpiled his stuff onto the stage and pulled out a dirty looking pair of khaki pants. He dug into the pocket and pulled out a wad of money and handed it to a guy in the front saying “give this to the bar, everybody get a drink on me, get comfortable”. In all my days I never seen that.

Best of all Jim White was on drums. Windmilling his snare shots and smashing the crash with a black-socked foot.