If this isn’t tailor-made mirthmobile material, I don’t know what is:

Does this guy know how to party or what!? Huh? Huh?? OK…
(If you haven’t checked out this tumblr, you must — it’s excellent.)
If this isn’t tailor-made mirthmobile material, I don’t know what is:

Does this guy know how to party or what!? Huh? Huh?? OK…
(If you haven’t checked out this tumblr, you must — it’s excellent.)
Posted in in the media, nerdery, ROCK
This has got to be one of the most insanely awesome weddings I have ever seen on the blogs. I love all the vivid colors — the trees, bride’s hair and dress, everybody’s tattoos — huge grins and wild dancing.
photos by Matt Miller for Our Labor of Love
The bride and groom clearly put together a killer celebration, and Matt Miller from Our Labor of Love did an amazing job capturing everything. (The getting ready photos are especially awesome.) Go check out the OLOL blog post to see more incredible pictures! Happy weekend, y’all!
Posted in ATL businesses, love, photography, ROCK, weddings
Man did I pick a bad weekend to be away from the internet… my Google reader is full of like 8,000 bridal market posts from all the wedding blogs I still follow, and that’s on top of everything else. I barely had time to make a dent in all of it today at work because I was busy getting ready to not be there anymore. Muha!
Anyway, I had a great excuse for falling behind — as I mentioned, my brother-in-law was in town for the Braves first home games of the season, so we spent a lot of time at Turner Field. The remainder was spent eating delicious food and playing with the pup. Oh, and sweating our asses off, because the air conditioning in our apartment seems to be broken. (It was 86 degrees inside on Saturday — not even kidding. Brutal.)
Otto with his benefactor, Matthew (Matthew gave us the puppy)
And speaking of sweating our asses off (here’s where I come back to my point), after the Braves game on Sunday there was a free concert… by the Avett Brothers! Holy crap, dude! Since when were post-game concerts awesome? Since this season, apparently. (Also slated to perform this year: The B-52s and Ludacris, among others.) They sell limited field passes for the shows, so for $25 bucks we got to be right up close to the stage, which was set up on the dirt at second base. Needless to say, it was awesome. (Also needless to say: the Avett Brothers are really, really damn attractive.)
At the end of the hour-long concert we were pleasantly surprised that the grounds crew didn’t immediately kick us off the field, so we were able to take some sweet photos. The concert and on-field pics really helped ease the pain of the sorry loss the Bravos racked up that afternoon. This one’s totally a keeper:
Dublin, Ireland, March 16, 2004

The day before my first of two St. Patrick’s days spent in Dublin, my friend Allison, whom I was visiting, and I decided to go Bono-stalking, as we called it. Who knew it would turn out so well? This happened at the height of my U2 obsession, which has waned greatly over the course of subsequent years and less-than-stellar albums. (Don’t get me wrong — I still have a place in my heart for late-’80s, ’90s and early-aughts U2… but Bono needs some serious vocal therapy and should try to remember how to write a decent lyric. City of Blinding Lights is the lone exception to the post-2000 rule of U2′s general mediocrity.)
My favorite part of our photo with Bono is that if you cover the left side of his face as you’re looking at it, he appears totally with it; if you cover the right, however, he looks like he’s had a few. And why not? It was the day before St. Patrick’s day, after all, plus they were behind on their forthcoming album.
I dug out my travel journal from this trip to see if I could pull any good quotes from it about this encounter, but it’s more or less a very thorough chronicling of my utter bewilderment at meeting Bono, the Edge and Adam Clayton. I do remember that, at the pub Allison and I hit up for a celebratory pint afterwards, I pulled exact change out of my pocket — always a sign of a good day.
Posted in nerdery, Old-Timey Tuesday, ROCK, travel
Wednesday night Jon and made a quick jaunt over to Athens, Ga. to see Josh Ritter and the Royal City Band at the 40 Watt Club. This was my third Josh Ritter concert, and, frankly, it had a hard act to follow: at my first show, Jon and I got engaged; at the second, which was a week before our wedding, we got to meet Josh. (More background on how I discovered Josh’s music and how it came to soundtrack big life events here.)
Jon and I both agreed this concert was not as awesome as the previous two — though I still can’t put my finger on why — but it was a solid show. It was interesting to see them playing such a small club, and to a crowd full of college kids. (When I went to the bathroom at the end of the concert, there was a girl holding her friend’s hair back as she puked into the trash can. Oh, Athens.)
Although the vibe in the audience felt different to me, the energy on stage was as ebullient as it always is. Seriously, whatever Josh Ritter has for dinner before he plays a show, I need to stock up on that shit. He seems like he’s the happiest person alive when he’s playing music, whether alone or with his band. (Note: If you have no idea who Josh Ritter is and want to check him out, I recommend starting with Hello Starling or The Animal Years, the middle of his six albums.)
Josh started the show with a solo “Come and Find Me” and a wide grin
While I don’t think anyone goes to Josh Ritter concerts to hear songs exactly as they are on recordings, they probably don’t expect a lot of surprises either. This show was a little different from the others in that regard: the band seemed looser and sillier than I’ve seen them before, which was kinda fun. They threw in some funky disco beats here and there and took more time for improvisational and solo bits. Josh kissed and waltzed around with his guitar during an instrumental break in The Curse; he stage-pattered a transition into a raucous Talking Heads cover in the middle of Harrisburg; and just two songs later, with the band offstage, had the lights extinguished, unplugged his guitar and stepped away from the mic to sing an earnest, stripped-down rendition of Thin Blue Flame into the crowd. The set list drew from every album except his first, so we got a wide range of Josh Ritter tunes and styles.
My favorite song of the night was probably Real Long Distance — they played the hell out of it and were having an awesome time doing it. Kathleen is always a sentimental favorite, as you might expect, and this time Josh told the audience he wanted to turn it into a mass slow-dance. After the bridge, the band relaxed into a pretty hilarious “sexy” slow-jams groove to set the mood.
Please excuse the terrible photos — my point-and-shoot camera full-on died after one picture (and it wasn’t just the battery) so I had to make do with my cell phone.
I’ve rambled on enough already, so here’s the set list:
1. Come and Find Me
2. Good Man
3. Lillian, Egypt
4. Southern Pacifica
5. The Curse
6. Real Long Distance
7. Rattling Locks
8. Harrisburg/Once in a Lifetime (Talking Heads cover)
9. The Temptation of Adam
10. Thin Blue Flame
11. Pale Blue Eyes (Velvet Underground cover)
12. Rumors
13. Right moves
14. Kathleen (with slow jams dance break)
15. Lantern
16. Change of time
17. Galahad
18. [Joe Pug (opening act) - new unidentified song]
19. To the dogs or whoever
Austin Nevins, Sam Kassirer, Josh Ritter, Liam Hurley & Zack Hickman take a bow at the end of the night
Overall, it was another great night spent with Josh and the band. This tour wrapped up last night in Charlottesville, Va., but keep an eye out for the next time they’re on the road. Check Josh out if you don’t know his music!
Hilton Head, South Carolina, September 2000
This one doesn’t need much explanation (I promise, putting these costumes in context would only confuse you). Here we have me and my best bud dressed as Wayne and Garth, respectively. Most people are surprised that I, a blonde, was not Garth, and Abby, a brunette, was not Wayne; truth is, we naturally gravitated to these roles as soon as we saw the movie back in ’92, and we stuck with them. Abby was (as you can see) very good at the Garth face, and I was apparently quite convincing in my delivery of the lines “It will be mine. Oh yes! It will be mine.”
In case you’re wondering, that is an official Wayne’s World hat. Abby’s parents got one (I think) via the form that came inside the soundtrack CD (cassette?) packaging. I particularly enjoy that Abby’s Garth is wearing a Saturday Night Live t-shirt under that flannel — how very meta!
With this photo we’ve jumped back from college to my high school years: it seems Old-Timey Tuesday is getting progressively old-timier as we go along. Really, I just couldn’t keep this one from y’all for too long. This is the mirthmobile, after all, and I have a reputation to maintain. (That said, with this post, I’ve hit my self-imposed quota for Wayne’s World references on the blog for the week.)
Posted in lowbrow, nerdery, nostalgia, Old-Timey Tuesday, ROCK
It’s Presidents’ Day today. While a lot of lucky folks have the day off of work, I am among the sad souls who are stuck in the office today, just like on any other Monday. Alas!
To offset my own displeasure at having to be at work while the rest of you get a holiday, I wanted to share the best damn thing I’ve seen on the internet lately. The first time I watched it I laughed so hard I had tears streaming down my cheeks. (Be warned, if you’re watching this in the workplace, you may cause a scene.) Any day that starts with a sweet little dog wailing on an air-drum set has got to be better than average, right?
MrCharlestonchewz’s YouTube channel
If you hadn’t seen this yet, you’re welcome. Happy Monday, all!