Good evening, all warm-blooded; all brash or bewildered; all young at heart. Welcome to another edition of Words From The Midwest.
Well, the 2014 season is done for the Cleveland Indians and I, for one, don’t have much to say about it other than if they had had better infield defense they’d be in the playoffs. Oh, and if nearly half the team could hit the ball on a consistent basis. But oh well. I live for much more than baseball, it’s true. But it goes without saying that as each season ends without October baseball in Cleveland, I get a little sad and nostalgic. I’ll still watch as much of the playoffs as I can. Because I love baseball in general. But I love the Indians more. I’ve loved them for as long as I can remember. Even if a part of me wishes they were called something else. And since my adult life has been lived without seeing them win much, the past two years have been exciting to see them become not just a better team, but one who will go into next season with a very real chance at being one of the best teams in baseball. Their pitching is extraordinary. They need a bat or two. And again, they need to play infinitely better defense.
But whatever. It isn’t really what I want to talk about. The season is done. Over. And even if I am counting down the days until spring training starts, there’s so much this Winter could be good for.
And not just the Cavs.
Because, oh yeah, Lebron is back. I almost forgot.
And that’s good for Cleveland, my one true Home. And anything that’s good for Cleveland is inherently good for me. Because I don’t see myself moving out of here anytime soon.
What I really want to start doing is to start making Cleveland work for me. I need…read Need…to start playing more shows. I did play one this past Wednesday but only to about a dozen people and I didn’t even get paid which pisses me off because I was expecting to be.
The experience is always nice. And if one person liked my music as much as I do that’s all I really need.
Maybe that’s bullshit.
Regardless, I’ve been listening to a lot of music recently. Not that that’s a new thing for me, but I’ve been painting my back porch and, thus, have had plenty of opportunity to do so. The first days was the entire New Pornographers discography. Then Okkervil River, because of course. Then AC Newman. Then Ezra Furman. Today I listened to the Indians game. Tomorrow I think it’ll be the White Stripes because right now I’m listening to Jack White’s most recent album and it’s pretty fucking awesome.
On a side note, I’ve decided I’m going to read every Kurt Vonnegut novel in order of release. But that’s after I read John Darnielle’s first novel, Wolf In White Van because it’ll probably be some of the most beautiful prose I’ve ever seen considering his lyrics (as the singer/songwriter/guitarist for The Mountain Goats) are some of the best poetry I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying.
I think that’s all for now. I’d like my TV shows to come back on the air (Girls, Broad City, Silicon Valley) but I’ve been watching New Girl and it’s good enough to tide me over.
Good night dreamers. Stay up late.