Brad Walsh

You’re So Vain, I Bet You Think This BM is About You

Last weekend I saw a car on the freeway with a vanity plate that said “1HOTBM” and called my mom to tell her about it because I was going to drop one from laughing so hard.

I’m thanked by name in the preface of a book! It’s a textbook about geriatric medicine, but hey. A book is a book. Points if you have any clue why my name is in a book about old peoples’ coughs.

I had an existential moment today when a friend named Bear had to forego my extra Madonna ticket and it went to another friend named Anna Rexia. This made me think that my stage name (which happens to also be my actual name) is so boring that it’s got to be hip on some level. When you hear “Brad Walsh,” don’t you expect an out-of-uniform quarterback to bound out of a corner in a blue button-down and khaki shorts? Nope! It’s just me in some crap!

So. Things to do. Tomorrow (Wednesday) is First Taste at HiFi early, and Nouveau at Fat Baby late. Thursday is Stolen Transmission at Annex. Friday I may be staying in purely for the air conditioning. Saturday I’m going with people to the Coney Island Mermaid Parade in the afternoon, then watching High School Musical with Chelsea and learning all the dances so that we can do them at MisShapes and Rated X. Because that’s totally rufus.

I WANT A SUMMER VACATION!