Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
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.
She cut my hair, woot.
Janice got her car back, yay.
Hope all of you have a lovely day! I’m trying to keep my good mood from the weekend on a roll.
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.
Mantis! http://imgur.com/cR7Bb
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.
http://www.beaconunitarian.org/inspiration.html
You will note there are three of mine in MP3 format at this URL, for those of you who are dying to listen to one of my homilies while jogging or what not.
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!!!
About halfway down the front page of a recent New York Times:
I am working on that song still. It’s squirming and won’t let me grasp it.
Went over to Planet Bachelor last night and a song fell out. Paul gamely tried to keep up with my eclectic chord changes, and now I have to find lyrics.
Drinking at a saloon in Deadwood, Dakota Territory, Jack McCall notices Wild Bill Hickok playing poker at a corner table. Then he calmly walks over to the table and blows a wide hole in the back of Hickok’s head with a .45 revolver. The professional gambler and onetime lawman was holding a pair of Aces and a pair of eights, now known as the “Dead Man’s Hand.”
I have a stabbing pain behind my right eye and a marked disinclination to look at a screen.
