Niccolo song

I will follow you.mus

I have followed lots of men to hell and halfway back again

but you’re e-ffic-ient

Your critiques ring in my ears and you play on my every fear

and make me feel somehow deficient

I will follow you

and hand you gear when trouble’s brewing

I will follow you

When a brand new ship needs crewing

I will follow you

I’ve made a lot of bad decisions

Made my mind up this is what I’ll do.

 

You say we’re off to Africa and going to visit Prester John

I don’t believe you

I will keep an eye on you and find out what you’re really up to

and if required somehow retrieve you

I will follow you

hallucinate and dance till morning

I will follow you

my hero worship you are scorning

I will follow you

I’ve made a lot of bad assumptions

I will prove to you my trust is true

 

This time it is Iceland and it’s not a very nice land

’cause vol-ca-no

Also it is wintertime and there is much terrain to climb

before our fortune we can gain-o

I will follow you

You found a man trapped in a snow slide

I will follow you

We caught a polar bear alive

I will follow you

I’ve risked my life and reputation

You’re my best friend, I will follow you.

 

Off we go to the Levant and I, unwanted mendicant

Need you and gold

Patriarch of Antioch I cling by faith to Peter’s Rock

You can flee but I am bold

I will follow you

You are crucial to my scheming

I will follow you

You always need a verbal reaming

I will follow you

To free all of the Christian nations

There is nothing to you I won’t do.

 

more later…

 

I am home from the warz… GAFilk 2014!

SO many awesome things.

Met a lovely man, skated right up to having FEELINGS, and then sensibly consulted girlfrenz on those things I might want to know about in advance. So I had 12 hours of hope, and have gone back to my usual thinking guys are, well, you know – strange, difficult and clueless.  And go me for consulting people before saying or doing anything stupid.  Wish I could have been like this 35 years ago, but we get too soon old and too late smart.

Concert went great.  Travel was within acceptable tolerances. Phoenix Airport is nice, and Atlanta airport is so awesome I want to fly back in there with people who haven’t seen it so I can show it off.  Hotel was good, room was good, everything I brought except my space babe’s bag sold at the Interfilk auction, and my Matrix coat is now being rocked by a very hot trans*person who looks WAY better in it than I ever did.  I bought Keith a tshirt but made the mistake of wearing it home, so now I have to wash it.  I bought myself a cicada hair bob, Gwen’s Box of Fairies album, Cat Faber’s Medicine Show album, and I acquired a copy of my own performance, which is great…

Otto, not so great. He survived the trip but the strings all broke when I retightened them and the strings I took as replacements DIDN’T WORK.  They were loop as opposed to ball strings.  CRAP.  So France and Steve helped me get strings and everything was fine for the concert, except loosening all the strings changed the intonation so bad I now have to get Otto into the shop.  The low G sucks dead bears now.

I wrote 3 SONGS ON THE PLANE this morning.  Some little muther stole my pen, though, but it was all worth it. One of them is below, I don’t have permission from Peter Alway and DB Cooper (a stage name) to post theirs.

I worked up a fucking awesome bass line for my Gateway filk, plus optional instrumental bridge.

KEPT CRYING during Cat Faber’s singing, because NOBODY does social justice songs like she does.

 

anyway, a song.  I am still buzzing – this week I must avoid con crud, look for work and keep practicing!!!

Lady Miss Banjola

She will stab you with a needle

to guard you from the flu

and your assistance wheedle
when an album’s coming due
Lady Miss Banjo-o-o-o-ola
Airport expertise
Ginger ale, not co-o-o-o-o-la
Quite attached to ….bees
and squid
and Bean her darling kid
and puns, and runs, and putting in a bid
and herding cats
and always wearing flats
and phy-si-o
and being in the know
her rapier wit
not taking any shit
and I know she will slay me
If I don’t mention Amy.
She is so responsible
and yet carefree and gay
Her massive bag of sensible
sends chaos on its way
Chorus.
I haz a sad, Eddie is really sick.  Margot was actually kinda clingy – strange.

Leaving for Georgia soon

I will be keeping a trip diary and posting irregularly… I have decided not to take my computer because I simply cannot afford to have it confiscated by the US government.  I have NOTHING on the computer which would warrant that, but I’ve been complaining under my real name about the US government for 10 years now.  Most hotels have a guest computer room.

If I do write any George stuff while I’m gone it will be cursive, or uploaded to Google drive…. they aren’t likely to confiscate that. I will take my phone and charger.

I pack today.  It will be a big batch of weird stuff I take, I hope the TSA and Customs can deal with it all.

I’m going to drop the keys for the business off with the landlord.  I have been trying and trying and trying to sell it, and almost 60 people enquired, and I showed it to at least 30 sets of people, but I can’t pay rent any more.  I closed the file with Fraser Health yesterday.  It has been a year out of my life, and we only operated for three months.  I learned a lot, got my heart and my shoulder broken, and I really think I’m a better person.  I certainly have more self-knowledge, a lot more respect for restaurateurs.  Knowing that I will never ever step through that door again is, candidly, more of a relief than I can say.  Anything else I say will be oversharing.

I am practicing and writing every day – music or one of my other projects.  That’s really the only thing that counts.

Jeff can handle getting a bolus into Eddie by himself with no difficulty, so I don’t feel like I’m abandoning Jeff over that.  Eddie is moving as little as possible to accomplish his goals of just barely eating, just barely drinking, and getting to the litter pan.  I’ve taken to leaving a hot water bottle next to him as he was cold to the touch the other day, and lifting him up into the chair he is sleeping in pretty much 24/7 these days.  Margot is being very sucky towards us and practically knocked Eddie over with her tail the other day, a liberty he simply would not have tolerated a couple of months ago.

So many people have told me how much they are looking forward to seeing me at GAFilk!  I feel genuinely underrehearsed, but I recently read that if you’re feeling nervous, make yourself MORE EXCITED.  So I will.

ATL is not currently experiencing delays in or outbound with the exception of international flights outbound.  Travel will be icky, but not impossible due to weather.

I’d like to call out Patricia for helping arrange a drinkypoo on my return, and a very warm hug for mOm and Chipper, who have been extra specially supportive beta readers for George, and for Tammy, who provided me with the book that unblocked my last objections to the writing.  I have something very specific to say on the subject of first contact, which is that we’ve had 100 years of science fiction in popular culture, and we have to start writing first contact fiction that allows humans to respond intelligently to aliens.  Not to freak out or say stupid things. To say, “Cool! Weird! How can I help? What’s in it for me?  Where’s your ray gun?” when somebody who really does think globally comes along.

 

Everybody who can, have a good day!

Catching up

It’s been a lively couple of days.  I’ve been writing hard, practiced almost enough, played at church to sincere and life affirming compliments, showed the shop, made the decision to hand the keys over to the landlord, got into last minute negotiations with guys that came in at Christmas, had a spider drop onto my keyboard and scare the shit out of me, I’ve stopped having nightmares but the insomnia has fired up again, we finished watching Jazz, which made me unhappy because it was SO wonderful, and I received some Buddhist wisdom which allowed me to release a lot of stored animus toward my life and situation.  I learned that my travel plans into the US are probably going to be completely fucked up by the INSANE weather ongoing in most of the US – shit, it’s warmer in Alaska – which reminds me of the time that I wanted to get to a con which would have been crucial to my development as an SF writer and 9/11 intervened, except this time it’s all expenses paid and guess what, they’ll WAIT for me, as I don’t imagine I’d be stranded more than two days so I’ll still get to do it.  I learned that Pearl, Cat Faber’s octave mandolin (ALSO by Peter Cox) experienced technical difficulties and is now in the shop, meaning I do not have an octave mandolin as a back up if United destroys or loses Otto. (And I know that as sad as that might be, I would just ask for the bits back or get Peter to make me another one, him being obliging that way, if remunerated.  Who’s to say the replacement wouldn’t be even more amazing?)  This means I would have to do the entire concert on a regular sized mando – which I DO NOT WANT – or transpose EVERYTHING to a guitar, which for a couple of songs would be fine and for everything else would probably cause my nervous system to implode – or sing the entire concert a capella, which would be extremely wearing for my audience.  I will be taking Lemming’s advice about packageration seriously.  I reproduce it below.  Jeff invented the word garbarcage to describe when tv shows are shitty because they have too much arc and too little of what we watch the shows for.  Eddie is needing fluids at least every other day, he has started to refuse his meds and he’s gone off his food, although he’s still making the trek to the litter tray.  Margot has gotten very sucky, which is unusual.  I’m making plans to travel after the shop is gone.  I found out that the Squamish name for Thomas Mulcair is “Angry Beard” (okay it’s just one Squamish dude who is calling him that, but DID I LAUGH when I read that) and that it’s too cold outside right now for the Lincoln Park Zoo Polar Bear. I’ve been applying for jobs every day, no response. However, I am relaxed about it.  What will be, will be.  No use flinching or being rebellious.  The leathern thong descends whether I’ve been a good girl or not.

 

Tip #1: Depending on size of body, sometimes banjo cases work for octave mandolin type instruments. Tip #2: A way to save money on a case AND protect the instrument: Call guitar stores in area and see if one will give you an instrument-size box. A banjo box would probably work. Check airline regs for box measurements before proceeding. They’re supposed to allow some leeway for musical instruments. Invest in some bubble wrap. Loosen strings. Wrap instrument in bubble wrap, inside soft case. Wrap case in bubble wrap. Stuff bubble wrap in bottom of box, put in instrument, put bubble wrap on all sides and top filling box, seal box with heavy 2″ wide packing tape, about twice as much as you need. Pack one roll of packing tape so you can re-pack before you leave to go home. Add handle (easy to make one with tape, or tape on a handle, or tie on some rope. Mark stuff on package with large black magic marker “THIS SIDE UP! FRAGILE: DO NOT BEND. CONTAINS ANGRY ELVES WHO WILL HURT YOU IF YOU WAKE THEM UP” or some such thing. Tip #3: First, find out if the planes you’re flying on all have closets. Second, carry the thing with you, in the soft case, but do wrap it in bubble wrap inside the case. Make sure it’s small enough to fit in the overhead. Go up to the counter and ask if they’ll find space in the closet for your instrument. If they’re crazy enough to want to gate-check it, well, that’s what the bubble wrap inside the case is for, but if they do that, ask them if they’ve seen the “United Breaks Guitars” video, nicely. If you have to put it in the overhead, stuff a large coat or something all around it so no one tries to smash it with their luggage. Again, bubble wrap. Bubble wrap is your friend

Oh, and don’t forget the loosen strings part. Most of the time, no difference, but the changes in air pressure in the luggage compartment plus string tension will eventually cause the neck to break at the nut.

And take along spare strings because one often breaks when you retighten.

Chlamyphorus truncatus

Chlamyphorus truncatus
To own you as a pet would give me status
An insectivore from Argentina
And the cutest little critter ever seen-a
You’ll eat exotic arthropods by the pound
I’ll never get to see you cause you’re underground
You’ll never ever sleep upon my pillow
Chlamyphorus truncatus: Pink Fairy Armadillo!
You will never get much bigger than my hand
Pandas always get more press & I don’t understand
You have armour plates upon your back and butt
which are tinted a most pleasing shade of pink

From the list of squee you never shall be cut

You’re my favouritest animal I think

Smallest in the fam’ly Dasypodidae
Proud member of the order Cingulata
You won’t be long, & nor should I
Cause I’ve run out of interesting data

Spoken: Really, we don’t know much about this remarkable mammal, apart from it being really good at hide and seek.

Chlamyphorus truncatus
To own you as a pet would give me status
An insectivore from the Argentine
A-a-a-and the cutest little critter anybody’s ever seen!

Full lyrics for Kick your Door Down (Burn Notice filk)

( Burn Notice Filk)
That Michael Westen is a pain in the ass
Thinks he’s a hero and his friends are no better
Oliver Peoples with the shatterproof glass
Fi’s drowning so he’s gotta go and get her

Average day, situation normal
Enemies smile and loved ones frown
Don’t need to be very formal
They’re gonna come back and kick your door down

Sam comes hard with the rolling guns and ammo
Michael doesn’t think his tactics are sound
Time’s up! Package goes blammo!
They’re gonna come back and kick your door down

Misdirection suited in Armani
Someone in the alley just chambered a round
Time’s up! It’s not our money
Gonna come back and kick the door down

Amateurs tend to get excited
When Fi makes a splash in a slinky gown
More than one kind of fuse gets ignited
and they’re gonna come back and kick the door down

Set list

Everything went fine at rehearsal in the morning… but when I went to Tom and Peggy’s for tea, treats and a run through of my set list after supper yesterday, this is what I found out.

I do have performance anxiety, and I performed considerably worse in front of people taking pictures of me that I do in in my rehearsal space.

My voice RISES THREE SEMI TONES between 7 am and 7 pm.  Songs I can sing with no difficulty in the morning I cannot sing at night.  This is VERY PROBLEMATIC, especially since Otto capos up about as well as I twerk.

I may have to rethink having the lyric and lead sheets on stage.  In my urge to appear ‘professional’ I may lose the ability to get through a song without stumbling.  Or, I could, like, practice more every day.

Anyway, it’s all food for thought, so I am ruminating.

Off to show the shop and fetch some library books

Today I rehearsed for an hour, including patter, did a chunk of my physio exercises, gave myself a facial and a nice long shower, and now to do other Useful Things.

Stay safe in the snow!  There have been two fatal accidents along Canada Way in the last two weeks, although excessive speed mixed with heaping handfuls of stupid probably had more to do with it than weather.

Filking today

Tom and Peggus are hosting, which is mahvellous, because you can’t actually turn around in the house upstairs right now.  I need to invite people over to encourage la mighty cleaning.

Showing the shop tomorrow.  We shall see.

I am playing around with Garageband. Got a tune in my head and instead of reaching for my phone, I sang it directly, crappy mike and all, into computer, and it’s adorable.  It needs a minimum of ten hours of brutal work before even a scratch copy is ready, but the sketch is there and the beats have a weight suitable for their height.

Started watching Farscape.  The opening shot made me laugh like a drain.  (Ben Browder, wearing a baby blue open Hawaiian shirt covered in stylized white octopi.  A-DORBZ, progeny!)

There’s a REASON the physio said “And if you don’t exercise every day you’ll get stiff and weak.”  Did my exercises today.  I suppose I am not in the right lineup for getting sympathy on the subject, so least said fastest mended, one supposes.

 

Rant and sing.

  • Rex Murphy – please quit talking about the First Peoples as if you had a clue; you’ve left both compassion and history mired in the mealy-mouthed racism of your latest screed. Link goes to cluelessness.   Oh and by the way, it’s a special left wing brand of racism to say those cop cars were burned by white plants of the RCMP; people who were there say otherwise and I’ve decided to believe them. Steal land, steal children, crush languages and cultural structures and see how cuddly and all ages appropriate the response will be. Let’s not forget they are fighting fracking in #Elsipogtog, for everyone!

    Practiced for an hour today… Jeff had to go out to wrangle backups for a customer so I sang loud and hard and got FINALLY FINALLY a verse together for the Game of Thrones song.
    When we were small no one could tell the two of us apart
    and I learned to fence and ride with all my soul and all my heart
    then I’m just a little older and my Da cares not a fig
    I’m tarted up and shown about just like a harvest pig
    And there’s more than one way forward, and there’s more than one way back
    and you can sit this one out if you haven’t got the stones
    I’ve always thought a good defense starts with a swift attack
    and that’s the way I play it when I play the Game of Thrones  (Obviously this is Cirsei’s verse).
    And now, time to do some chores.

It’s a sad long story

But if you want a brief good death, you might want to consider it.

There was a LONG convo on facebook this morning about people always wanting to know how somebody died.  I want to know so there wasn’t any suffering.  However, some people want to know so they can shame the dead for asking for it.  It was a really interesting conversation and I’m glad I participated.  I just don’t want to say the wrong thing, yanno?

Fraser Health is coming by the shop tomorrow to inspect it.  Good thing it’s clean and free of vermin.

I guess I have to announce a re-opening date.  I will advise the inspector that this will entirely depend on what my doc says.

Got some mando time in, happy sigh….

Great, there’s a new, big, formal, scary climate change denying group of scientists.  If they look right, they’re right, right?  The basic tenet is that nothing humans can do can change the climate.  Everything problematic about the climate is external to human beings.  In a sense, they are right, I suppose.  When it comes down, nothing humans can do will help, I spose.

Funniest thing about this is not the SKY DRAGON of bad climate science they want to slay, it’s the methane that’s going to come out of the ocean.  So let’s worry about SEADRAGONS instead.  Go on Jeff, I know you heard that the same way I did…

Not another project, cheezy Pete

Yes, I am now working on a number of different projects.  I’m trying to concentrate on stuff I enjoy.  Anyway, the most recent one is called Tarot for Atheists, and it’s a radical revisioning of the Tarot in light of contemporary life.  For entertainment purposes only.  It’s loads of fun. I have already invented a pi layout and a Fibonacci layout and an x bar layout and a delta layout and will find other mathematical and scientific layouts I’m sure.

George and Kima also continue to chew thoughtfully on my brain.  Kima just ran down Denman street like a Catherine wheel in octopot form.  George is chasing after her apologizing to the pedestrians.  The next day signs appear all up and down the street Beware of Runaway Squid.

Margot is suffering dreadfully from allergies, her eyes are getting gunked up every day.  Eddie pulled a Margot last night and did something he’s never done the entire time I’ve known him … he got under my feet when I took my eyes off him.  I’m lucky I didn’t boot him across the room.

Used the cpap loaner for the first time last night.  YUCK.  It’s supposed to get easier, but it smells like ass and I can only sleep in one position or the mask shifts.  This will hurt my back.  Shoulder quite sore today, but I will press on through the exercises.

Today I go deal with business winding down things, hopefully.  We shall see.

I have now read a substantial portion of the Benedictine Rule to support my learnings in watching the Cadfael mysteries.  St. Benedict was an interesting dude.

 

ooh Fred Pohl filk!

Gonna go to Gateway, yes indeed
Gonna take that ride
Gonna go to Gateway, yessirree
Gonna take that ride
Maybe I will hit the jackpot baby
Find my ticket among the stars
Maybe I’ll keep my head down baby
Wiping tables in the Blue Hell bar…

Gonna go to Gateway, o yeah
Gonna take that ride
Gonna go to Gateway, unh hunh
Gonna take that ride
Maybe I will meet some aliens
Find some fancy tech that’s o so rare
Maybe I will take a loser trip
Spend my last minutes fighting for air

Gonna go to Gateway, understand
Gonna take that ride
Gonna go to Gateway, that’s the plan
Gonna take that ride
Can’t call this plan courage
when it’s the only option that I’ve got
I’ll do cause I have to, the day is coming fast
I’ll find out what I get for what I bought.