Nathan McLaughlin

This site is under construction.

I realize how lame it is to do this, but I’m gradually moving things over to this site, wanting to write again.

Changing my clothes in public,

Nathan

One night I actually said the right thing at the right time.

I went to see The Spits play at Kraftbrau Brewery in Kalamazoo. My companion for the evening was the saucerman, John Kasdorf. I’d been telling those Wood brothers that I was going to see them play for years. Now was my chance to get right with the world and watch them rock it out. I mean, they’ve gone to see me play shows numerous times, so I really did owe them a visit.

Anyway, K-dork and I arrived early and enjoyed the opening act. My memory is too fickle to remember who they were. Once they finished the area in front of the stage emptied out. We both moved up front and center, right at the exact edge of the stage. I wanted those guys to see that I was there to see them. I wanted to cheer and make noise for them. SO, we waited there, drinking beer while they set up.

This whole thing is being written down for my babies. Maybe even for their babies, but that might be a bit of hubris. I just want them to know how I got to be who I am, that guy that makes sure they sleep well every night, that dad guy. It’s all goofily morbid, I guess. I just know that it all can slip away so fast, and something exists in all of us that makes us want to try and tell a bit of what mattered to us in our short time in our thin space suits.

I should start by telling them that I’m listening to The Minutemen.

Autumn is closing in like the disappearing voice of the Silver Bullet Band. This place was built in the Spring, then neglected all Summer. So, now I want to make a bit of a clarification of why this site is here before diving into all the technical challenges.

Here is the first post, the first story, the first article. Please delete once everything is rolling along. I do believe that we’ve got some Markdown support going on here. We’ve also got us some fancy typography. Well we should. Perhaps some tests are in order.

Like this? Or this?

What about bullet-filled lists?

• Mark
• Down
• Support

If it is working at all, then the following should be a block quote:

It was the best of times. It was the blurst of times.

What about some “quotes?” I said, “What about some ‘quotes?’”

And …