Mott the Wilco

Ian Hunter, Warren Haynes, and My Morning Jacket join Wilco for "All the Young Dudes"

Rocking out ensued.

To the Prince of Cambridge

Because, why not?

4th of July (weekend) Madison Square Park

Before this "Hundred and Ball Sweat degrees" heatwave, it was, well, still really hot.

To get through it last weekend, we were back in the Old Country.  The weekend before that, we Honored America by sticking around and watching fireworks.  And on Sunday, I took a stroll to the park and had a beer and read the paper, then Cory joined in and we had concretes.

 Sondheim and Chicago vied for stupid puns to be included in the title of this post.  Instead, I just went with a decidedly post-Sandy Springsteen reference.

A fine afternoon by the Shack.

The Sandcastle Metaphor

Beautiful, Brilliant, Brutal.

Chad Wright's Master Plan series.

The Sandcastle Metaphor gets the (Sub)Urban Planning treatment.

Development, speculation, sprawl, environmental shifts, child's play, the American Dream.

Thanks to Colossal, which also has a good piece about the Xu Bing exhibit at Mass MoCA.

As it happens, Cory and I had our Fancy Wilco Dinner at Solid Sound a couple weeks ago in that room under those giant Phoenix sculptures.  But that's another box of wine...