Must Be Springing...

Couldn't sleep the other night, and then as early morning approached something pleasant happened. I heard the birds singing and I realized it was the first morning I'd heard them like that in a very long time. Very pretty sound...

For some reason

This song gets to me for some reason...although I think Weiland goes a little flat here in the middle. I think there are elements that remind me of my ex and myself...
I wasn't sour..but "a teenage girl" I did listen to it alot during the time our marriage was going sour.

And as a song on it's own..I think it has a Bowie-ish quality to it that I like.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6Hn7X8r-hY

Hey

This is gonna be one of those entrys that sucks. BUT...I am trying to post with some consistency. I am totally in insomniac mode tonight. It's kind of a curse but sometimes it's interesting to be up in the still of the night...

Ringoed

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=513oCZt2rcA

I posted this video on my facebook. SCTV put this out way before Ringo ever started touring or doing his allstarr shows. I loved how SCTV would do such dead on imitations. I showed it to my brother. And then I asked him if he remembered how our parents would imitate Ringo.

They both took this silly delight and amusement at the way he would shake his head...and one or the other of them would out of nowhere go into an imitation of that head shake. Seeing Rick Moranis capture it in this video reminded me of that. And yes, my brother did remember. Funny and fond memory

Power

I love music and right now I am thinking about how I love the aspect of the power of music. How a song can have such an effect and place one in a certain time and space in their lives. Even if it's a shitty song...if it was playing during an event, a time, a moment, it brings it back. I on the other hand heard a cool song tonight that placed me in a most wonderful place...

It's a real concern

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4n1WyNm22A

In the Kitchen

My kitchen is rather narrow. Last night I was making a couple of burgers for my son and his friend who were hanging out in the basement. My brother walked in and we got a little bit in eachother's way as he made his way toward the sink. He was watching with interest at the efficiency and aplomb with with which I was working as I sliced up tomatoes, lettuce, flipped burgers , toasted english muffins, got the ketchup and then arranged everything on the two plates I had set up on the counter, making it all come together at the same time. "You're just a regular short order cook, there" he chuckled. In response I ran to the basement door and called out "BURGERS UP!!"

All I needed was a bell.

O K...

Off to a slow start cause I was feeling a little under the weather the past 2 days...but here I am getting back on the horse again. I swear by my hot water bottle. It cures, or at least helps to cure, soothe all ills in my mind.