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, there really is too much of it.
Do you like owls? I do too. These youngsters are adorable.
Keith came over yesterday and we sat on the back deck in the steadily diminishing sun, and watched Beasts of the Southern Wild (a problematic movie BUT I loved it anyway) and around a store bought roast chicken I assembled baby steamed baby carrots and broccoli, plus when I heard Keith was coming I decided to make garlic bread; the lads fell on it with a will and there’s leftovers for lunch. At 4 I go over to Tom and Peggy’s to sing and commune with some of the finest, best, most amiable, intelligent and hospitable friends any sane human can ask for. WE ARE GOING TO SING CAT FABER’S WORD OF GOD IN CHURCH TOMORROW. Means nothing to you, but Tom has been waiting for this day for 10 years. In his glee I reflexively bask. Cat has written some awesome tunes, which you can read lyrics for here here here here and here, and that’s only a fraction. A teeny fraction. She rounds off her accomplishments by being a rather exceptionally pleasant human.
My character George on the subject of death. “I will continue. My perception of that continuance will not.”
Prior to sings0ngapalooza, novel assembly tasks.
There’s a Vogon Poetry Generator on the interwebs! Isn’t it cute?
See, see the Intelligent sky
Marvel at its big kimshee depths.
Tell me, Liz do you
Wonder why the honey badger ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sploogey facial growth
That looks like
An egg.
What’s more, it knows
Your frigate potting shed
Smells of Kermit.
Everything under the big Intelligent sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm compost.
Rehearsal was excellent, more of the same tonight.
