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It seems the upshot of our first indoor concert since October 2019 was that L. and I both got sick. She tested positive for Covid (but is doing fine), while I somehow have not tested positive, though all the symptoms over the last few days seem like Covid. I have been congested and pretty much lost my ability to taste or smell for about three days. Thankfully, the taste/smell combo seems to be returning today. The congestion isn't as bad, but is now replaced with a nasty, periodic cough. This will not stop us from seeing Sloan at Saint Andrew's Hall in June, though I think I will mask up through the entire show. Perhaps our risk of Covid will be less in a crowd of good-natured Canadians as opposed to wild animal DBT fans? I have no idea. When I wasn't feeling cruddy this weekend, I was watching the NCAA basketball tournament and listening to music. For awhile on Saturday, I got to do what I'd do in my younger bachelor days and mute the sound on the TV with music playing...

Before I forget it ever happened, I need to take some time to write about seeing Drive-By Truckers in Detroit on Friday, March 10. This was my/our first indoor concert since before the pandemic, and guess what? L. and I both have colds now. We assume from being in a small space with hundreds of people in close quarters. Oh well, at least it isn't covid. The show itself was fun. DBT always brings it and last Friday at Saint Andrew's was no exception.  Since DBT has no "hits" per se, and a rabid fanbase that has in most cases followed them for decades and knows the entire discography front-to-back, the band plays whatever the hell they feel like playing that night. In fact, they are famous for not using a setlist. So every Truckers show is a unique experience and you're never sure what you will get. Young singer-songwriter Margo Cilker was the opener. Despite some technical glitches--her guitar-playing partner on stage seemed to have some problems with his amplifier...

 When I drove to work this morning, I had Sloan's album (CD) Navy Blues playing and I did what I rarely do, I played the same song twice in a row. My jam was on this particular morning "Money City Maniacs" which sounds like a melding of AC/DC and Big Star. The blaring sirens that open the track are an instant hook. The lyrics seem to describe wild days and nights on the road for a touring road dog band, with the lyric I mistakenly overhead as "And the joke is/When he awoke his/Body was covered in goat piss." Unfortunately, the real line is, apparently, "coke fizz" and not "goat piss." I'm not sure which one makes the least sense. In any case, it doesn't really matter that much because the song is a total ear worm.