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It rained through the night as the rem­nants of Trop­i­cal Storm Nicole passed through the Bal­ti­more area. So here’s a lit­tle video zen I made for you, shot through my car’s wind­shield before I left for work.

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Well, it’s sure been a while since I last posted a pod­cast episode. So, let’s just call this the “sea­son pre­miere” and pre­tend that it’s the begin­ning of a “fall sea­son” which I will update “regularly.”

In this episode, we check in with our good friend Camillo, who we last heard from back in Jan­u­ary after he made up his mind to eat bet­ter, work out, and lose some weight. Lis­ten to him describe how he set out to improve his health, and lis­ten to him explain how he ended up get­ting a bunch of tests from seemingly-uninterested doc­tors, even­tu­ally lead­ing to a spinal tap.

It’s a very spe­cial episode of The Gavin Show!

Down­load the MP3 here if you’re not already a sub­scriber in iTunes.

Pod­cast: Play in new win­dow | Down­load

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I saw the Posies for the very first time on June 26, 1996 dur­ing the tour for Amaz­ing Dis­grace. I was 16 years old and it was my first show at the 9:30 Club in Wash­ing­ton, DC. They played with an infec­tious inten­sity that fed the crowd, all of us fans who knew every word to every song. We delighted in the small vari­a­tions of the live ver­sions, pressed up against the stage as we savored each supremely loud note.

After an encore in which they destroyed their gui­tars and drum set, we still didn’t have enough. The club turned on its lights and brought up the house music. We didn’t leave. We cheered and chanted. The tech crew packed away the micro­phones and broke down what was left of the drums. About half of the audi­ence cleared out and left the rest of us beg­ging fool­ishly for more. Ken stepped back on stage, plead­ing with us, explain­ing they just destroyed their equip­ment and couldn’t play another encore. For some rea­son, that didn’t seem like a good enough excuse. We stood firm and he ducked backstage.

Moments later, some­one brought out a pair of stools, fol­lowed by Jon Auer and Ken Stringfel­low, armed with acoustic gui­tars. They asked us sit on stage with them. Then, as if know­ing exactly what we wanted to hear, they dug deep into their cat­a­log, took requests, and even cov­ered “I Am the Cos­mos” and “Sur­ren­der”. And then, finally, after essen­tially giv­ing us two com­plete shows in one, they exited the stage for the last time.

In the months that fol­lowed, I learned all of their songs on my gui­tar. I exper­i­mented with the crazy alter­nate tun­ings they used. I con­nected with some­one on the Dear 23 mail­ing list who sent me a tape of the show, recorded right off the 9:30 Club sound­board. I started to write my own songs. Because of that show, I got more seri­ously into music than I had been before. I was furi­ous that their tal­ent and on-stage charisma hadn’t brought the Posies the super-stardom so many mediocre artists enjoyed at that time, but secretly I was happy that nobody else in my school lis­tened to them. I felt like I was in a secret club. I became obsessed with find­ing other rel­a­tively unknown and obscure bands. My friends would joke that I car­ried around a book of CDs that “no one ever heard of.”

After the “Amaz­ing Dis­grace” tour, it was a few years before the Posies returned to DC. I saw them at both the the old and new Black Cat on acoustic and full-band tours. I saw Ken Stringfel­low open for Juliana Hat­field. I saw Jon Auer on his solo tour. Most recently, at SXSW this year, I saw Jon and Ken, also mem­bers of Big Star, per­form in the trib­ute to Alex Chilton mere days after his shock­ing and unex­pected death.

On Wednes­day, Novem­ber 17, the Posies return to the 9:30 Club with Bren­don Ben­son and Aque­duct. That’s a ridicu­lously cool lineup. It’s going to be a sort of home­com­ing for me, a return to the spot where my love of music and live per­for­mances began half a life­time ago.

Tick­ets just went on pre-sale.

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It’s true: We’re finally liv­ing in the future. With the press of a but­ton, you can instantly trans­port your­self to a ran­dom loca­tion any­where in North Amer­ica, Europe, Africa, Asia, or Australia!

Okay, sure, maybe it’s only vir­tual tele­por­ta­tion pow­ered by Google’s Street View, but it’s one of those very sim­ple mashups that, once you real­ize you’ve sunk two hours into play­ing with it, it becomes your new favorite thing.

Ladies and gen­tle­men, enjoy Globe Genie, your new web toy for the week.

National Novel Writ­ing Month is right around the cor­ner. I’m not sure what I’m going to write this year, but if I ever feel stuck, I could hit the “Shuf­fle” but­ton on Globe Genie and send my char­ac­ters off on an adventure.

Maybe they will need to hide out in a sub­urb in Min­eral Wells, Texas. Maybe they will have to drive along the coast­line north of Valen­cia, Spain hop­ing to find and res­cue a friend who left a dis­tressed voice­mail. Maybe the dreary weather in Wales will increase ten­sion among the group. Maybe they’ll encounter some­one run­ning from the woods in a des­o­late part of South­ern Fin­land, some­one beg­ging for their help. Maybe they end up at Mother Lode Appli­ance in Jack­son, Cal­i­for­nia, where they find a spec­tac­u­lar deal on a blender.

I need to make sure my whole novel doesn’t take place within sight of the road.

I love the idea of using this site as a writ­ing tool. I might even design a full-fledged writ­ing exer­cise around it. Keep an eye out for some Street View-inspired flash fiction.

(Screen cap and link via Boing­Bo­ing.)

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