
And today was so freakishly deep in this vein that it's downright eery.
First, I interviewed a guy at UK who I expected to have tertiary remarks about the history of these things, who instead was something of an encyclopedia, both of embryonic WRFL, and of my growing project about the Lexington underground. After that delightful hour, I sat down near the statue of James Patterson, feeling charged, making notes, arranging interviews, and looking for connections.
From the courtyard of the Patterson Office Tower, I watched a weirdly ambivalent sky fling giant raindrops down, but not enough to move me off my bench or out of my thoughts; not enough to soak the sidewalks or this reverie. Enough to sit and breathe.

As I pedaled onward, I felt entirely right about a bite to eat at the semi-new downtown jernt, the Sidebar Grill, which has a growing reputation as a kind of tattooed, punk version of Cheers (my claim, anyway). Great food, casual crowd with a high average of piercings and tats. Nice people.

I am blessed.
Tomorrow, I'm scheduled to interview a legendary and beloved UK administrator who I've been trying to get together with for over a year. Over a year.
So: If you want to talk to me about Lexington Punk, please do. I love you. I've conducted approaching a hundred interviews with people involved in Lexington's outstanding music history, and I ain't nearly done. What wonderful thing(s) might you share that I haven't heard?
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