Complain Complain Complain
About this comic: Complain Complain Complain
I’ve been struggling this week with my predisposition to both complain, and to be deemed a pretty good listener for folks who complain. Yup, complain complain complain. Lest there be any doubt, I’m running out of complaints, if not completely – then really soon. There is certainly that hassle when butter is too cold and toast is fresh that is a daily problem when I spread – oh, you get the picture.
More About Panel 2 – Meeting My Personal Music Hero
For a huge part of My Life I was a major fan of The Who. I guess I still am, although I tend to nowadays prefer groups that are still active. Nonetheless when I heard Pete Townshend was releasing his memoir “Who I Am” I knew I would get myself to my first ever book signing.
After a three hour wait (I got there ahead of time and he was early) when it was my turn at the counter, I said to Pete “Thank you for writing your story. It is a distinct honor to meet you, sir”. He tossed his head back and furrowed his brow and brought the proceedings to a stop while he mimed a kind of pondering of my words.
Pete Townshend was pondering my words.
After a hearty handshake and a knowing nod he dispatched me and I left convinced we had a “moment”. Sorry if that makes you throw up in your mouth a little. Once a friend on Facebook claimed she and Roger Waters had a “moment” at a concert and I chuckled, but that is really what it felt like.
Whether or not he was :
- pondering an over-the-top accolade,
- mock/messing with me
- considering being called “sir” (which I didn’t rehearse, it just came out), or
- whether his hearing is so bad that that he couldn’t really hear me, I’ll never know.
My wife teased me when I got home: “Oh did you get all emotional, Peter you’re my hero”. The brat, of course I did. I’m so glad I went.
I can’t complain.
Have a great weekend,