With the end of Parliament, with the coming of a cold that can snap someone from here to Ottawa with a sniffly tag, with the days of humid lethargy it is hard to figure out what one could possibly write about on a blog like this. One recent note of note I noted was that of Mancunian Steve on his personal Live 8 highlight:

The highlights for me though were Pink Floyd and especially The Who. How Townshend still finds the energy to thrash that guitar of his amazes me. Windmilling his arm whilst crashing chord after chord with Daltry screaming next to him looking for all the world like an Edwardian gentlemen on holiday took me back to the "good ol' days" when I could handle the sex and drugs and rock and roll and still wake up without a hangover.

I would have loved to seen Townsend. I think one hour of Pete Townsend wheelhousing his guitar is one of the few things on the pop entertainment that could get me across an ocean if the opportunity ever arose. I have only seen about four seconds of the clip of The Who but if it was anything like the Concert for New York it would have been magic. Come to think of it, all my right thinking pals should put together enough money for Pete to come to dinner. I'd make a pie for Pete. Just to thank him.

But see. Just there. I have just "blogged" about something I did not even experience. Someone else watched the TV and made me think of the farewell tour of The Who in around 1980, the Concert for New York in 2001, and finding that Decca issue lp of Who's Next in undergrad, that copy of Live at Leeds with everything but the poster. Other than that it has been quiet. Quiet and Ithacan.