Month: August 2011

Mark Twain quote from a review

“What a little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words!” he offers at one point. “His real life is in his head and is known to none but himself…” If this internal monologue were to be written, he suggests, prefiguring Leopold Bloom by 20 years, “every day would make a book of eighty thousand words, three hundred and sixty-five books a year. Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of a man — the biography of the man himself cannot be written…”

 

You should all be very very VERY glad that I don’t spew it all out every day.  I think, despite my father’s glum misgivings on the subject, I’m the very soul of discretion … at least sometimes.

First 4 verses – I really like Jayne

Oh the curve of her cheek is rare
And the sound of her voice makes you just not care
She has got a love for hire
And she knows where to find you
She’ll shine that light and blind you
She surely knows her stuff about desire.

For a good man he’s awful bad
For a bad man he’s awful good
Priorities are understood
He’s got his ship and his crew
He knows exactly what to do
When he’s bitten off way more than he should

He can fly anything that can be flown
And you haven’t seen a thing until you’ve seen him in the zone
Crazy Ivans just for fun
Hitting bullseyes in the dark
Is something he’ll do for a lark
And he’ll blow your mind twice more before he’s done

Well he wasn’t hired on for his brain
More for the occasions letting Vera off the chain
Not exactly Mr. Tact
But a demon in a fight and he doesn’t travel light
And it’s good to have that muscle at your back

Practicing

Off to La Shaddyr’s last night (Cindy) to practice.  What a silly pair of woozles we are!  We HAVE a set list, but with our usual flair we went off book and practiced other stuff as well.

I came home and filled up a hole in the lyrics of one of my songs.  THAT’s why it’s important to play music with other people …. it is alchemical, how a little music ends up being a lot, lot more.

Now I will take Jeff to Brekkie and start the day.

Off to Jericho

Paul and I are going to Jericho tonight, but I’m thinking of taking my own chair; the seats there cause me no end of misery.

Then tomorrow Katie has invited me to her new place to sit around the pool.  Yee, and likewise haw.

Work is fascinating.  Janice still doesn’t have a functioning car so I’m giving her a lift most days.  We’re of an age and have had a lot of similar experiences so we have a lot of fun shooting the breeze during the commute.

One of my minions left a guitar at work and I borrowed it yesterday to work on the new tune, coming up with a new verse in 20 minutes which is by no means a record but was gratifying nonetheless.

I guess Vancouver’s riot looks quite weak compared to the Tottenham terror.

More tuna-ge

How can you tell me the sky’s the limit/ when there are footprints on the moon / there is a lamp, none of us can dim it / I look up at it and whisper “soon”.  Two years ago I wrote the tune on Wreck Beach and last night Cindy inspired me to borrow Paul Brandt’s words and finish it.

Woot!

I was saying to Janice on the way home yesterday (car’s acting up, so I gave her a lift) that I was dying for a mindless movie (like Shoot em up), and with an evil and prescient grin, my brother produced this – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1247640/ when I got home.  Having a problem pasting links, sorry.  Anyway, District 13 Ultimatum KICKED ASS and I highly recommend it for when you want an antiHollywood action thriller written by Luc Besson!!!