“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.
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At any given time of the day one of the five of us here will burst out into song. It might not be beautiful. It might sound operatic. It might sound like a chicken. It might involve the words hot tottie (include those in any song for an instant hit, you know). And it might even be Jase trying to keep up with Eminem. Except Eminem isn’t actually here. And nobody is rapping but Jase.
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I got a dress for five dollars today. It’s long, real long. And it has all these bright stripes that are horizontal. Enough to make me feel like a psychedelic caterpillar when I wear it. Not that I don’t feel like one when I don’t. Okay, so I don’t. But my point is, I try it on for Jason and Darby tonight and have to start doing some terrible polka-esque ballet around the living room while I am wearing it. Yes, have to. And Darby is laughing and Jason is looking like he doesn’t know what is going on (though he’s been my brother long enough now to know terrible polka-esque ballet when he sees it ).
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But I think it is when Darby is singing in some sort of squawking-like tone that I finally just ask, “What do normal people do?” And we all laugh, but nobody answers. So I ask again, “No, seriously–what do normal people do?”
And silence ensues.
Because I’m pretty sure that none of us in the house know what it is that normal people do.
And we wouldn’t want to give up our songs and our dances and the faces that we make and the raps that we attempt in order to find out, either.
brooklyn again.
in Performance, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as beautiful friend, Betsy, blah, blah blah, brooklyn, bum, gonna, guitar, milestone, playing the guitar, Shane, something, time
This is gonna be not so lengthy cause I am not so awake right now.
Shane and I played in Brooklyn this evening and it was a very good time.
And tonight marked a milestone for me: I played the guitar while standing up. Which is new for me. And apparently, I have to bevel when I do this–see?
My beautiful friend Betsy documented it by taking a picture.
Oh–that’s what we call what I am doing with my foot there: beveling. For some reason, it made me feel more secure or something. Maybe too many years of dancing, who knows.
(as if there could ever be too many years of dancing!)
And also, this time we decided not to stick the set list to my bum. Although it worked like a charm last time we played in Brooklyn, too much of a good thing can lose its novelty, I guess.
And since someone is probably gonna say something, let me be the first: I am wearing pants. Well, shorts, actually. They were $5 and I was wearing them. My shirt, however, was on the longer side, so it made the shorts look shorter and blah blah blah all you need to really know is that I wore something.
And that I was beveling.
While playing the guitar.
And I am sure there is more you should probably know, but right now, you’re not gonna find out about it on this blog…
in which I make you look at an adorable puppy and then you thank me.
in photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as adorable animals, bite, blue chalk, case, fact, guitar, human companions, Jimmy, Jimmy Simpson, many mysteries, Mole Street, nieces and nephews, puppy, Shane, thing
There are some things that are so cute, I bite my teeth. And this seems to be involuntary; I cannot help it. When something is too cute for words, I set my jaw so that my chin sticks forward a little–successfully maneuvering an underbite–and then I bite down. I’m not sure why. But there are [...]
I love our band name(s).
in Funny Stuff, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as butter, chagrin, curbside, frozen yogurt, guitar, mini mart, peanut, Shane, South Street, Split, Stella, tree, two guitars, way
We were hiking today, when suddenly my mom yelled out, Look! A guitar in a tree! And with visions of a full-size guitar stuck in the branches of a tree, much to some hippie’s chagrin, I walked over to see what it was that had gotten her so excited. Oh, and perfect. A guitar in [...]
thoughts like rain, just keep falling.
in Funny Stuff, Performance, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as blah, blah blah, East, East End, end, guitar, guitar shop, I, Japan, raccoon, rare commodity, Shane, toilet paper, tonight, Treewood, year
So many thoughts are happening right now, vying for my attention, that I suppose I will just start with one and go from there. Um, the East End Cafe really needs to put some toilet paper all up in it. Well, for sure in the women’s bathroom, at least. I can’t really speak for the [...]
sometimes I run out of things to say
in Thoughts and Feelings, video
as chord changes, foot comfort, guitar, gun style, halloween costume, lululemon, maternity, point, shirt, song, Tim Gun, unitard, video
I am pretty sure that a guitar is maybe my best purchase I have ever made. This includes the recent maternity unitard that actually isn’t a maternity unitard that I acquired from Lululemon. And this also includes the shirt I just bought at a thrift store that was so perfect for my Halloween costume that [...]
blue note
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as beautiful sound, Canada, chord, drew, grand mystery, guitar, mystery of life, neck, neck pillow, note, pillow, sentimental/inspiration, smarty pants, something, thoughts/life
Sometimes, when the boys are all home too, I take my guitar and steal away to a nearby stairwell. I make sure to go armed with my airplane neck pillow to sit on because that floor gets harder with every minute that ticks by and always, I make sure to bring something on which I [...]
she’s a Martin, but that’s not her name.
in Performance, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as Are Way, bringing home the bacon, brother josh, Clyde, drew, first guitar, guitar, guitar shop, guitar wiz, Josh, Martin, Mindy, music, piano, road, room, theater/tour, time, tokyo
I have been thinking about this for a while. Especially while on the road. And especially when I don’t have access to a piano. People seem to be under the impression that I am very very busy. When in reality, I am not so busy, I just am not around. And there’s a big difference. [...]
monday afternoon
in photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as B. With, black, cat, disappearing act, drew, guitar, house, kind, peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Percy, recording, search party, silver collar, taliesin, Tally, thoughts/life
I am sitting next to Drew, listening to the slow and rhythmic hum of a guitar being tuned. We are recording, but a lot of recording is hurry up and wait–for me, anyway. Well, for this particular song, anyway. Because see, this is a song that I wrote on a bus a while ago and [...]
