An unexpected benefit

When we moved to Omaha -- geez, almost six years ago now -- one of the things I was most excited about was easy access to minor-league baseball. The Omaha Royals, along with the rest of the Triple-A Pacific Coast League, were just minutes from our house.

Pretty awesome, right?

Right. But I haven't been to a Royals game in at least a few years. Schedules, money and desire all joined forces and kept us away. We'll try to go more when Jack gets a little older -- maybe even this summer a couple of times -- but it's not really a priority right now.

What we have taken part in, however, is the music scene. Well, not the "scene," because a good chunk of the "scene" music sounds like crap. It's been more like taking advantage of the city's population base and venues.

Wilco, Springsteen, Sufjan Stevens, Ryan Adams. Really wanted to see Gillian Welch and Conor Oberst, but that didn't pan out. Basically, I've been able to see my favorite bands right here.

The one I've really wanted to see is finally coming.

Rush. August 25.

Snicker if you want, but Rush has been on my list for years. When I was a hack musician (high school, mostly), Rush was where it was at. Technically speaking, the group cannot be topped.

So here I am, waiting for the link to go live. Finally.

-- Done --

That was easy. We'll be to the right of the stage, row 15. Nice.