Plenty of stuff happening here at PC-HQ, so I suppose it is time for a few updates. A couple Friday nights ago, I went and caught the venerable Sammy Hagar at EJ Thomas Hall in Akron with Mssr. Paul Stanley -- a.k.a. my longtime college pal, Josh. We had a great time watching the former Van Halen singer/guitarist cum heavy metal's answer to Jimmy Buffett rock it out on "One Way to Rock," "Three Lock Box" and a slew of other VH and Sammy classics -- along with a striking cover of Janis' "Piece of My Heart." And Michael "Mad" Anthony, former bassist for VH opened the show and joined Sammy on a great run of old VH classics. I've said before I have a soft spot for Van Halen, so this is surely not a surprise. We had quite a lot of fun. Was home by 11, surprisingly. So, I guess fun but mellow in the end. That music takes me back to when I didn't have a care in the world.
That Saturday, the SZQ and I hosted The Colin and HRH Dicks for a lesson in sushi making; I'd be lying if I said that our sushi looked this good (the pic is from Sushi Rock) but we had a great time making it a variety of vegetarian and yellowfin tuna rolls with wasabi, spicy mayo and pickled ginger. Aside from a sous chef session that was laden with innuendo, we had a lot of fun talking and catching up. Ever since HRH went to London, Cleveland has been a slightly darker and more dismal place. There's something about her radical, free-flowing nature that just makes even the most mundane things hilarious -- like the fact that "men who drive purple cars" scare the hell out of her.
The bad news is that my brakes went out on my car (ironically dubbed The Magic Eggplant... you can guess why) earlier in the day; that would have an impact on connecting with the Captain St. Lucifer in Pennsylvania on that Sunday. (Another piece of the puzzle there, folks). Thankfully, she was able to carry on without me -- "It's like being in the jungle without my Jane Goodall," she told me at one point. Her second round of work was just as good as the first; I'm thrilled at having so many photographic options at my disposal. She is a great friend, a full-hearted human being and super kind -- not even to mention affordable. I'm grateful to have her in on the ground floor. We spent the remainder of that Sunday in a bit of "Parental Recoil" -- sharing war stories with a couple of the SZQ's college pals, who are married and have 3 kids. Definitely not ready to go all zone defense like that.
What else can I tell you...? It was a poor Cleveland sports weekend (Browns and Buckeyes bottomed out that weekend), but our very own Michael Symon rocked it on the Food Network "Iron Chef" competition... And I guess lastly, thought certainly not least, I interviewed a very cool artist named Debra a little earlier in the week. We met for lunch at a place I used to frequent heavily in college -- a place we once called The Dump for the decor and $0.75 Busch in a can specials on Sundays. It is called the Beachcliff Tavern now and it's pretty nice. As for Debra? Well, she has a larger-than-life alter ego, and I look forward to sharing our discussion on this very blog in the coming days... it's sure to open your eyes.
Oh, and I've decided that, unless my newly purchased The Audicity of Hope by Barack Obama convinces me otherwise, I am definitely writing in Maynard James Keenan as my presidential vote. What do a think?