sticks and stones.
in Loved Ones, MP3, Performance, video
as chicken, christmas day, claps, clucks, computer, favorite quote, INDEED, life, luck cause, Merry Christmas, oven, ovens, People--the, pop, quote, record songs, spiritual, sticks and stones, turkeys, uke
Christmas day made me smile.
People–the ones in my life, specifically–helped a lot with that.
And my parents got me a microphone. One that I can plug into my computer and record songs in such a manner that they don’t sound entirely terrible. MERRY CHRISTMAS, INDEED.
Favorite quote from church this morning had to be while my mom and I were listening to my pop give the message. She leans over to me and I’m expecting to hear something–anything, really–other than what I hear. Maybe spiritual. Maybe Christmasy. But, not this: “I hope your pop stops speaking soon, so I can put the turkey in the oven.”
If you knew my mom, you’d know that is such a very uncharacteristic thing for her to say. She hardly ever cares about putting turkeys in ovens. But Christmas day is different, I suppose.
Anyway.
You wanna hear my new microphone put to work? Um, if you do, you’re in luck, cause I recorded this tonight. Track after track after track of vocals and uke and claps and clicks. Not to be confused with clucks.
I am not, after all, a chicken.
sdfds
yellow couch music.
in Performance, there are pictures here
as chicken, chicken fingers, couch, djembe, food, former, good time, half, latter, little bit, Mindy, panties in a wad, Shane, show, stage, story, tater tots, time, tiny bit, Voice
The Paper Janes played a show tonight. I am one half of the Paper Janes. Well, since we brought a couch on stage with us tonight, perhaps I am more like one third of the Paper Janes. Anyway. We had a really good time; I really love that yellow couch of Shane’s. It looks like [...]
“we’re all mad here.” –the cheshire cat
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as baby, ballet, bright stripes, brother, burst, cat, caterpillar, cheshire cat, chicken, chickenIt, dances, Darby, day, eminem, five dollars, goodness, guitar, hit, house, Jase, nobody, nobody answers, none, order, point, progression, psych, psychedelic, raps, silence, song, sort, time, time of day, today, tone, tottie
I am playing a progression of chords on the guitar. Darby starts singing baby, it’s cold outside, and goodness, but I am not playing anywhere close to the right chords for that song, but she’s making it work. So I join her. You would have done the same, trust me. ——- At any given time [...]
chicken!
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones
as center city philadelphia, chicken, chicken head, degree weather, dinner, miss hannigan, peanut butter and jelly, Potbellys, restaurant, today
Today I saw a man. And this, by itself, is not at all noteworthy. But when you combine it with the fact that he was wearing something on his head that made him look like a chicken and he was playing an accordion, well now you can see why I’d want to write this down. [...]
oh, man.
in Funny Stuff, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as american idioms, brother jonathan, chicken, cut, Delaware, dress rehearsal, Esther, fancy footwork, head, Henry VIII, jonathan, king henry viii, Pat, rehearsal, Shane, Tim Gunn, week
One time I overheard my mom trying to use that old expression, “running around like a chicken with its head cut off.” And I know. It’s not the most poetic of our American idioms. But my mom failed to mention the chicken, and so she simply told someone that she was “running around with HER [...]
humor me as I share about my nephew and my cats. Oh, and a skin disorder. not mine.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, photography
as cat, chicken, chicken fingers, disorder, full tilt, harlotry, humor, jonathan, judah, kind, Percy, poor cat, skin, skin diseases, skin disorder, Tally
My three-year-old nephew Judah recently tried to order some chicken hands at a restaurant. It took some time before people realized that what he wanted was actually chicken fingers and if you think about it, that’s really no stranger than chicken hands. Considering chickens have neither hands nor fingers. As requested, here is our poor [...]
