Southern Amusement

My Grammy Sammie sent this one to me. I laughed and laughed.

He Is Risen!

As much as I love Jesus (zombie worship is cool), it seems that Easter was a much more secular deal at my haus as a kid. It was way better than Christmas, because we got lots and lots of candy (which was verboten the rest of the year), gifts, and it was the beginning of Spring. I was horrified recently to learn that none of my friends grew up with an Easter tree, and (even more horrifying) that that don't have Easter trees for their kids (note that Nitwit doesn't have an Easter tree, though--it's tempting to put some ears on her for Easter, though). Ross informed me that Easter trees are a very German thing and he had an impressive one when he lived in Austria. I'm basically out of touch with WTF is my German heritage and what's normal. So, I had an Easter tree and bunnies and baskets.

Apparently, Ross is right, and the Germans take Easter quite seriously. This is awesome, even if the title is "Scary German Bunny Man":

Scary German Bunny Man
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I'm happy to have had that experience growing up. I really ought to explore my heritage a bit more.

Grammie Sammie Sent This

I thought that I was the only person that did "cat yodeling." I know that I'm a crazy cat lady, but this clip is feline abuse at its finest:

No Complaints

Okay, maybe a couple--I drove 13 hours today with no breaks and no nourishment--I'm fucking tired; I miss my sweetie.

Today my folks read the Westword article, and were very interested to hear the disc. Since they generally don't think that I'm capable of making music, I have shielded them (mostly) for a long time. I succumbed, and let them listen on their "cross-wired" stereo (they don't even notice that the imaging is fucked up).

Mahoney is now a BLC superfan, and is jonezin' to see us do our thing. He actually got excited (amazing, really) about music. He thinks that we should do a European tour (HELLO WARSAW). I was a little bit dismissive, because I don't think that it sounds like a safe plan for this band (a hard sell).

My mom is all into us going overseas after hearing the album, too.

I think that they're both nuts, but they're planning on coming out for the Meadowlark show (I'm still fucking astonished). LRC can babysit them. Since Mom is in jail every Friday and Saturday night, shows are rough to plan.

A Nifty YouTube Find

Check this out. Mike Watt is a monster. The Minutemen were fuckin' tremendous. It's sad to me that a lot of gen-y think that Corona is a beer or the Jackass theme. Don't get me wrong, I love the low-browness of Jackass, but I get those guys' soundtrack, because their's is largely the same as mine. I'm glad that I stopped doing the "goddamn idiot" (a Grammy Sammie term) stuff years ago.

Autumn Memories

The air reminds me of one of my fondest memories circa September 1977:

My very very pregnant mother stuck me on the back of her blue Columbia 3-speed (without a helmet). We rode to an open space (a park) at the end of our 'hood (Mom used to drag me around on her bike before she had two of us to haul around--the Columbia was replaced by a 1966 Malibu without seat belts--a bad ass car, really). I played (unsuccessfully, fell on my resilient face) on some sort of playground equipment (a jungle gym). There were children playing all around (annoying). I was thrilled to be hanging out with my mom. She had purchased a kite, a Gayla Baby Bat (dig that image from the package) . We assembled it on a big pink blanket that my mother had brought along. I couldn't run fast enough to make the kite fly. Just when I was about to give up, the wind picked up, and the kite soared high above us. We sat on the blanket. The kite tugged at my little hands.

I was happy. Please forgive the puerile writting style on this one. It's almost like a dream to me.
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Now playing: The Angels of Light - The Man with the Silver Tongue

Today's Work Assignment

I was instructed to "show up when I feel like it." This is a miraculous deal, for sure. Since we went to the bob show last night, this was great. I materialized at the folks' house before mom got out of jail. It seems that she required assistance drinking all of the wine in their house:

E-dogg and Mahoney thought that we were both too drunk to go out for lunch. We sent mick to the sandwich place with a script. He said that dude was baffled by my request for a "salad sandwich with everything" (certainly I've gone veg, man).

I picked up my bass goodies. Tomorrow is e-doog meets the lrc. i hope that she wears her new "harry potter" disguise.

More Self-Doubt; the visits of the non-townies

I know that I get on the Kaptain's nerves when I'm not entirely confident about my playing. This new band has me entirely not feeling good about 10% of my playing. August 11th is looming, man. I'm really stokeed to play out again, for sure, but I don't want to fuck up. I'm not sure if yessit is playing harmonica on the 27th. In that case, RCW would be correct, and Andrew and I would be rocking together, if only for the one song. I'm down with that.

Only three days until the visit of dr. e-dogg! He's bringing me some bass goodies (another post), and wants to meet the girl (action-packeed). Of course, there will be beer and led zeppelin billiards, but I wish that I could drag him out to the oc practice on friday, but he's being a "deaf in one ear" pussy. I don't think that most of my current frequent friends have met dr. e-dogg. tomurphy has, i'm certain. ross, andrew, heller, greg, heather, and heather have also, i think. it's a short list, for sure.

the next non-townie visit is dr. satan, next month. that's always some drunken shenanigans. i think that his visit will coincide with a show or something.

My Grammie Sammie Emails me more than you can imagine.

Dog people will dig this. Bulldogs are awesome. Brindle and white is my favorite.

If you want someone who will eat whatever you put in front of him and never say its not quite as good as his mother made it, then buy a dog.

Hate Those Phone Calls

This morning I got one of those "grandpa is in the hospital" calls from my uncle. I used to go to pieces about them. I will not anymore.

There's a recurring dream about my grandfather's funeral that I've had since I was six.

It Wouldn't be Christmas

if my mother didn't didn't read the Bible at dinner, my stepfather didn't desire the Al-Qaeda to bomb an American city, or we didn't break out a 30-06 after some wine drinking (and then contemplate shooting the brown horse).

A very colorful get-together, for sure.