Kittens at Midnight Okay, here it is. I am VERY MUCH going for the Warner Brothers sound, so don’t tell me if that’s not what you’re hearing.
Archive for the 'Filk' Category
I have worked up the chords for Just Might Stick Around (it’s in E minor, just like most of Cohen’s tunes). It amazes me that there is A WEBSITE that has THE SINGING RANGES of various popular singers. So I was able to google “What is Leonard Cohen’s singing range” and POOF. All this information, […]
Well, I took those 478 steps yesterday to Wreck. When Mike and I got there, there was an immense fog blowing across Marine Dr. For maybe thirty seconds we debated going down to the beach, as it appeared a breezy and clammy time was to be had, but by three o’clock the fog had moved […]
Listen children and let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a man who loved a woman but didn’t want to live with her. She was okay with that. She had to move and at the last minute the landlord said no and at the last minute she had to […]
It’s talk like a Pirate Day! THE PIRATE’S TO DO LIST (For Talk Like A Pirate Day, Sept 19) I’ve heard that there’s an island full of sugar cane for rum My reputation goes before But I have never come I have heard that there is a market fair where gold is flowing free-ee […]
Bill and Brenda Sutton ask the question…. Tre and Battery came over yesterday and we laughed and talked and drank beer and broke out the pinball machines for the little guy. Very pleasant afternoon, and Jeff and I love that they never call first. We’re either here and happy to see them or away and […]
A lovely time filking yestreen at Tom and Peggy’s, Cindy also in attendance. I got to sing soprano for most of the evening, which is fine if I’m not singing loud. I hope everybody has a happy pride day! or not. I light a candle for pOp, and he knows why. You have a visit […]
It has been yonks since I visited the library… I picked up two doorstops, one being the really excellent William T. Vollman novel Europe Central, which is an examination of totalitarianism as it affects the creative mind, set during the period just before and during WWII. Some reviewer or other said you don’t read Vollman for […]
/// but I still had to wash dishes, LOL. I am feeling kind of icky still but definitely better than late last week, when all I wanted to do was take to my bed. I’ve been practicing a lot. Otto sounds great. The housefilk on Saturday evening was fun even if I bailed early. If […]
My inner racist got taken for a thorough run this morning, when I received a barely literate and yet pun-enlivened email from the Taxi company subsequent to my angry complaint. I can’t repeat it because that would be racist. (Oh look, a really bad pun, which ties into the race of the person writing it, […]
Katie came by yesterday to cut my hair and listen to the message Keith left (so burbly! So full of enthusiasm! and his pa will join him soon!) so it was a brief but useful interaction. We’re obviously still pretty sore with each other, but life f*cking well goes on. No word count yesterday; it […]
I’ve got to deal with revision 5994 of Mt. Washmore, Yesterday I baked banana bread (with orange zest, cardamom and almond butter, lordy but it was good) and took it to the house filk at Tom and Peggy’s, which was so poorly attended nobody else was there so I called Rob (who apparently is not […]
So I took out some trash and put salt down on the back deck so Jeff doesn’t skid down on his ass, cause it be icy out there. Jeff is off to Victoria this morning. He will be watching the Superb Owl with pOp. Otto is back from the shop. I paid because it was […]
I had a good time at Conflikt. The end. Okay, more details. Princess Bob taught me to crochet. Cindy fed me chocolate. Peggy brought me tea. The Tinneys, all three of them in diverse ways, completely and totally kicked ass. I got a Darth Vader plushie blanket and a couple of CDs and a couple […]
I am so happy to be going, and very happy to be getting a lift with Tom and Peggy. I’m just finishing up the packing. I probably won’t be posting that much. I’ll be back Sunday, inshallah.