Some sharks like to have their tummies rubbed.
You’ll forgive me if I don’t volunteer.
Some sharks like to have their tummies rubbed.
You’ll forgive me if I don’t volunteer.
I sang Careless at the housefilk and Carly asked me for the tabs. I may turn into a musician at this rate. A lot of people love John’s songlist.
I can now sing, or sing and play When you’se a viper, Careless, That godforsaken Hellhole, Long Black Veil, 2&20 Blues, A Christmas Carol (Tom Lehrer), A Fierce Unrest (Don Marquis and Ananias Davisson), Absolutely Bonkers (Brenda Sutton Three Weird Sisters), Acts of Creation (Cat Faber), Ain’t No Cure For Love (Leonard Cohen), Anna Marie, Cats in the Dawn (Heather Rose Jones), Clem’s Song (Just Call me Clem, Allegra Sloman), Columbus Stockade Blues (actually I got John singing that!), Demon Java (Steve Key/David Goldfinger), Dirty Movie (Steve Sajich), Don’t Go Looking For Trouble (Steve Goodman), History is Made By Stupid People (The Arrogant Worms), Honky Tonkin’ (Hank Williams), I Can’t Get Over You… (Nate Bucklin), I Pop Pills (Nate Bucklin), I Will Not Sing Along (Actually it’s called the Anti-Singalong Song), I’ll Fly Away, I’ve Been All Around This World (and GOSH did I like Creede Lambard’s version at the housefilk), Jack Frost, Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon, Let’s Go Down to the Water (Willie P Bennett), Livejournal Shanty (Brooke Lunderville), Lost Highway (Hank Williams), Mind Your Own Business (Hank Williams), Nessie, Come Up (Dr Jane A Robinson, the singing paleontologist, who is now James as of 2004), Never Set the Cat On Fire (Frank “You Scum” Hayes), No High Ground (Leslie Fish), One Meatball, One Time Only (Tom Paxton) which I also think that I encouraged John to learn… and nautilus3 and Loki will remember it well, Paint me A picture (David Essig), Paradise (John Prine), Pornographic Pictures of Queen Victoria, Ramboing, Rastus Brown, Show Us The Length (Bob Bossin), Some Other Planet (Joe Hall), Tapioca Song (Allegra Sloman), That Godforsaken Hellhole I Call Home (Austin Lounge Lizards), The 20th Century Is Almost Over (Steve Goodman), The Jig of the One-Celled Organisms – anon, but John and Paul taught it to me, We Didn’t Know – Tom Paxton, The Word of God (Catherine Faber), Horizontal – Original Sloth Band was who he learned it from (Ken Whitely) but no idea who wrote it.
And I keep updating the songlist, because man o man he knew a lot of tunes.
As I walked the thoroughfare communing with me soul
I heard an ugly, grating voice that issued from a hole
I don’t care what I look like, so I bent down to see
It was an ugly, ugly troll who remonstrates with me.
“Your walk, your laugh, your mode of dress –
you’re going straight to hell!” “Damn straight,” says I
“I’ll see the friends I loved in life so well”
Says I “That’s your opinion! and it has not been proved..
But I’d die for your right to say that crap
and I will not be moved.”
Chorus
So swift to say shut up, so swift to say no fair
So swift to claim the firmament with nothing but hot air
Be careful who you censor, be careful who you squelch
And slow to mar the human rights of anybody else!
The troll was most offended, and said I misconstrued
his words and his intent and that besides I was quite rude
I said he had a kingdom that ended at his nose
And my support of his free speech was not some moonbat pose.
I can’t expect imagination from a common troll
Nor yet appreciation – that would be something droll
But if you can’t agree with me, try something on for size
And make a proper argument and not just yell out ‘Lies!’
Chorus
The troll was even more put out, in fact he was quite pissed
and then remarked as homo sap I was quite prejudiced
When troll boy came out with this tosh I laughed most heartily
And said “I read SF and think – it’s all the same to me!
I’ve no right to deny you rights, so kindly think it out
With the gift of speech you also get the benefit of doubt
As long as we are talking, we may be hopeful still
So let’s go get something to drink, and put it on my bill.
Don’t be so fast to shut me up or tell me I’m not fair
I’m really not that bad a sort It’s not like I don’t care
Be careful who you censor, be careful who you squelch
Be slow to mar the human rights of anybody else
And now there is a coda
The flourish at the end
Harsh words will make you enemies
and very rarely friends
But when I speak of censorship
I know too well the cost
For if you have to censor me….
you have already lost.
I know some people are feeling more blue after the memorial service, but I feel so much better it’s remarkable. I’m doing all kinds of things I’m supposed to do.
I played, sang and listened at Jericho Beach Folk last night – John would have approved – and I drank in the scenery and loved the people I was with.
Tonight, Carrie, Jeff and I are off to Mike’s for dinner. Happy……
Carrie made dinner last night. Jeff and I “Om nom nom”. We’re hoping to head to Jericho Beach tonight, but we shall see. It is usually SO much fun. So I want to go….
Things are settling back into the new old normal. Packing continues apace but I haven’t done any yet! (Carrie sets a brutally high standard for energy level, and always has). Paul came over last night bearing beer and strawberry cream pie and the four of us watched Ascent in the Criterion collection. The camera work and acting are nothing short of spectacular, but it’s a Russian movie so they all die in the end. (Now Jeff is going to thump me one, but none of you are ever going to watch it so I’m okay with that… Jeff’s attitude towards spoilers is a fierce and uncompromising one.) The truck is rented for Sunday. I am happier, but when certain thoughts or songs cross my mind (like Jack Frost, frinstance) I start crying again. Only now it doesn’t hurt so much.
Yesterday I took it very easy in the morning and went to Wreck Beach in the afternoon. I am still having trouble believing that I did those stairs two days running, but it wasn’t that bad – down was worse, of course. Mike and Heather and Heather’s roommate and Jarmo and Susanna were there as well. Keith joined us and spent most of the time there either reading or walkng around.
Mike said that John’s death was a kick in the head. John said ‘practice more’ so I did, and so did Mike. Mike even played Stairway to Heaven, which you’ll have to admit was brave of him. I really love that Larrivee parlor guitar he got. It’s a very sweet sounding and playing instrument.
So…. This is going to be a long post, so you can ignore it if you like. First the good news…
Jenn, Debbie’s gorgeous, dog rescuing genius of an only daughter, has graduated from Brown University Magna Cum Laude. I am absolutely thrilled for Jenn and Debbie, and Spence and Jim, the long suffering former and current partners who provided the material and emotional support to make the day happen. Many things about Debbie impress the hell out of me, and it’s a great day to say so. Congratulations to all of you!
Anyway, about this memorial service. Continue reading Yesterday
John’s voice from Conflikt 2. I was crashed out and didn’t hear him play this. You have to register to hear it. Nancy Louise Freeman kindly gave permission to the filk archive to put up the mp3 of Careless (which, coincidentally, I now know well enough to play). Thanks to Harold Stein for forwarding the link in time for the memorial.
I am walking among a thicket of thorns, waking and sleeping. Or perhaps I am crawling. I have come up with a workable solution for a very hard problem, and I cannot implement it because of the law of unintended consequences. Continue reading biscotti and anguish
Mama bird is no bird brain. In other news, I am awake. I spent half an hour communing with Miss Margot. Then I tried to do something on my taxes and got stymied on that. Then I realized that as much as I’d like to I am not going back to sleep so I have to find something useful and quiet to do.
Carrie is coming into town today.
Ruth cooked a fabulous meal which Jeff and I joined in at chez Planet Bachelor, I wrote some checks for the new place, got keys, and fell in love with the newly finished hardwood floors. I am SO looking forward to moving in.
Miss Margot continues her inexorable march into the annals of oddball kitty history. Earlier this week, according to Jeff, he heard her mewing. Normally she makes a noise which is less than ten decibels… really she is one of the quietest cats ever. But in this case, it was a full bore mew and she was obviously exercised about something. Jeff followed the noise into the living room where he discovered Miss Margot sitting in front of the television. She continued to mew, and kept alternating staring at the blank tv and mewing and eyeballing Jeff. He turned the TV on. Success! She watched for a while, and then got bored and walked away.
What kind of cat ASKS for the TV to be turned on? I know she likes hockey. Gosh she’s a bizarre one.
This computational search engine went on line earlier this week. May I suggest that you start with something from the solar system? I’ve just spent an enjoyable couple of minutes comparing orbits and radii of planets and moons in our solar system. And I learned a new word today, eristic. Useful!