Boston lead singer found dead

Brad Delp, the front man of the 1970s and ‘80s rock band Boston was found dead at his home in New Hampshire on Friday, according to local police.
Delp apparently was home alone and there was no indication of foul play, New Hampshire, police said. He was 55 years old.

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It was my favorite dive bar song! Not only that but the boy could sing…

UPDATE: Audio moved to VOX.

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...and my neighbor has more than one drunk ho in his hot tub. You may be wondering how I know they are hos . Well, there are more than one. I also find that nice girls, ladies, or women rarely use the type of words I am hearing. And what is with the squealing? It is almost two in the morning for cry-eye! Ah well, I am not surprised, It’s normal for that self centered, self important, and selfish man to have this sort of thing going on. I am lucky Richard is asleep in the living room on the other side of the house. I was trying to get him off to bed, but then he’d be able to hear the craziness and call security. Or worse the police. It’s funny because that makes sense but it is the last thing I’d do. I mean I am all about confronting a problem, like at work where you can go away from it. When it’s someone who is ten feet away all the time that knows where you live and can fuck with your house, car, yard, pets, or you that I feel different. Those people are not to be messed with. We have had bad bad experiences with neighbors. Too many to rehash tonight.

Wait, that’s not why I started this… I have issues people! Richard and I would like to go on vacation at some point this year. Tonight he spoke to my brother and was working on this amazing itinerary when I got home from work. It included visiting my brother Boston, my parents in Florida, and side trips! Like New York and Miami! Sooo much fun and he had found really great prices. For this month. I can’t get the time off this month. You see a few weeks ago my store started taking management vacation requests. All of which are of course approved or denied based on advertising, events, department peaks (You run mens? Forget anything within a month of Father’s Day), and seniority. Most everyone has their weeks locked in at this point since Richard and I never talked about it. He thinks that it is a BS program, but it is the program in my place of work. So after he read off the East Coast Dream Vacation plan with timelines, dates, costs, and transportation I had to remind him of my situation. He immediately logged off the sites shouting about my being the one with issues, and him being done wasting time. Wow. Okay, let’s recap my side.. In my company, and industry it is typical for a request for time off to be approved or denied based on the needs of the business. Store managers (which I am not) have the right to add whatever stipulations they like, they are the ones approving. I am not at fault, nor can I change how the man in charge runs his store. But now I am the enemy. I am lame for putting up with that as well as other things at work every day. At any rate, in looking at the chart there are one or two weeks I might be able to get in mid summer. Florida is out because it will be miserable. In fact so will the entire east coast.

I hate traveling anyway. It’s too complicated to get the pets taken care of, and we always come back to a ton of chores. Plus I can never relax. By the time I do it’s time to go home. Meh.

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(Play it REALLY loud for the full effect)

Seriously.. I was ENTHRALLED with the song I heard the first time I walked into The Lamplighter. It was a moment in time that I will never forget. The music pumping, the strangely beautiful lesbian shouting and clapping… the cocktails.. *sigh* I had to have that song. I remembered none of it. So tonight we went back to the bar, Betty in tow (who doesn’t even drink) to recreate the experience. I took a dollar and played four songs that *could* have been it, since I had no idea what they were. The first one was a dud. A slow jam, retro even. Ugh. I was so sad. The next song however started off strong. I had chosen Journey, Touchin’, Lovin’, Squeezin’. I was sure it was it! My song! We listened again (on the next 4 plays for a dollar) and I was positive. We also heard some G ‘n R, Carly Simon, and other random faves. But then I got the idea to buy the ring-tone! I mean if I love the song so much… so I found it and downloaded it. Hmm.

It was not the song we were enjoying. But the bartender insisted through all of our jokes about a mislabeled jukebox… that theirs was a-okay. Huh. So at home, confused, and still thinking Journey.. I googled. I iTunes’d. I am now listening to my new favorite song More Than A Feeling by BOSTON.

Damn lying jukebox. But I still love that bar. I guess you’d say that’s one of its quirks.

UPDATE: Audio moved to VOX.

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