Choices

Recently, I’ve found myself to be faced with way too many choices. This isn’t good. I’m the type of guy who spends 45 minutes of his lunch hour trying to decide where to grab a sandwich. Basically, I overanalyze everything. If I didn’t, I’ve got no idea what the hell I’d write about on this blog.

First off, the NCAA tournament. It was hard enough with 64 teams, and they recently added a 65th to the mix. I watch college basketball all year just hoping that I have some sort of advantage at picking the winners correctly on my bracket when March Madness rolls around. Sadly, it doesn’t help me at all. I’m just flipping coins now, or determining which mascot would win in a street fight. Oh, and I do know what a Saluki is, so I’ve got that going for me (go Southern Illinois!?).

And if you think trying to makes choices out of a group of 65 is difficult, I’m trying to plan an itinerary for the SXSW music festival this weekend which features 1,300 bands. That’s a comma, not a decimal. Thirteen hundred! I didn’t know that many bands have existed in the history of music. I’m hoping to catch at least 10 shows, and if I get a chance to sing karaoke with Art Brut my life is complete.

Now if I could only figure out which song I’d choose to sing with Eddie Argos.

(One of these days, I’ll post a review of Art Brut’s album written from the perspective of frontman, Eddie Argos).