That Bitch Just Meme'd Me
Yeah, I'm not so sure about that title. "Meme" sounds like it could be used for so many other things....but really, in practice, it's hard to use outside of its intended purpose.
So anyway, I've been tagged for a meme. I haven't blogged in a year and a half, but apparently that's of no matter to
Becky. Nevermind that I sorta asked for it.
On to the meme!
Here are the rules:
Go back through your archives and post the links to your five favorite blog posts that you’ve written.
Link one must be about family:
The Way We Get ByLink two must be about friends:
Grilled CheeseLink three must be about yourself:
ElectrifyingLink four must be about something you love:
Love Stool - The History of the Rad NastiesLink five can be about anything you choose:
12:00As this is my first post in over a year, I'm not going to tag anyone. Actually, Becky and I had a funny conversation about "tag" as a verb once. I believe it can be found in her meme. So, go check her page out.
(Sadly, she's the only one that will read this, and I doubt she'll take the time to go read her own blog.)
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A Perfect End To The Week
Oh, nelly.
(Not the rapper.)
I just got in a car accident. Going down the street, and two cars in front of me, a guy was stopped, trying to turn left into a parking lot. I couldn't see him because there was a car between us. The car between us veered out of the way, almost hitting the stopped car. I then saw the stopped car, and didn't have enough time to stop or get around him.
Luckily, no one's hurt, other than my truck. His car only had some paint scratches...no dents or anything. The front of my truck is banged up pretty good. But combined, it's likely over $1000 in damage, so we've got to fill out those damn insurance reports.
And of course, everyone you know drives by to see you talking to the cops, bending down to look at the damage. I left the scene of the accident to meet my friends for lunch (yeah, I wasn't that hungry anymore). They already knew about it. After lunch, I got back to work. They already knwe about it. I'm awaiting the call from my parents, 50 miles away. Surely they already know about it.
And Fridays are supposed to be good days.
On a better note, I set up a
myspace page for the band. There's only one track up at the moment....it's a live recording of "Shag". There's some minor mess-ups, but for a live recording, it's pretty good.
I gotta go call the insurance people....have a good weekend.
Faster, Slower
Yeah....those "Shag" lyrics are pretty dirty. I like 'em though. For a skinny white guy, Dan's got some funk in him.
I hope you all enjoyed the lyric-fest that was the last 3 posts. Like I said before, We'll soon have some solid recordings, and I'm secretly working on a MySpace page for the band. So those of you that aren't cool enough to live in Rensselaer and come up to the Lounge, you can hear what we do.
I'm heading to Nashville in a couple minutes. Actually, I have to drive to Lafayette, meet up with
Deuber, and then we'll head out. Some old friends, Matt and Carolyn Pack, live down there, and we're all going out to the
BrewFest. It was a blast last year, and will surely be a great time this year.
And I get to play with the iPod for a 6 hour trip!
Have a good weekend, crackers....
-phil
Shag
Put down that razor / there's so many ways to get crazy
I've got a shaver / I've been savin for a special occasion
(and) i want to know
if you're feelin like i do
i want to know
if you're feelin........(SHAG)
you've got an afro / tied up in a red bow
i've got a white belt / on my slacks they're packed and ready to explode
(and) i want to know
if you're hooked on Sudoku, baby
i want to know
if you're feelin........(SHAG)
sandalwood incense / waterbed leopard print
i'll spread your sea legs / walk the plank and i'll give you a breath mint
I'll pour the wine / for some dark continent dining
You're lookin fine.....let me show you my bass line
(followed by bass solo)
(SHHHHHAG)
by: Dan Hawthorne
Dancin' (in the Darko)
sleepwalking middlesex / rabbit knows what happens next
down the hole, I'm up to my neck in it
after the flood I'm at the board / different than I was before
my father's house is not my home anymoreout of the clouds she comes
my gun metal gift of the sun
a faceless timetable detailing destruction
might sound crazy but maybe I am
seein' things for the first time again.
lady death has got immaculate breath and a book out of print
time's been travelin' weird ways here lately,
space is unravelin', Swayze debated me
love is not love if you still see the other half separately.out of the clouds she comes
my gun metal gift of the sun
a faceless timetable detailing destruction
We'll go dancing / I won't say anythingI will hold you, if you'll hold meWe'll go dancing / sway in time the mirrorball shines onthe whole you, the holes in mehigh on a mountain / she spoke to me
fools in a mountain / she set me free, she set me free
lost the spot where you got through to purity /
pushed and pulled by the world's insecurity
this halloween party sure ain't what it used to be
there's still light it shines in the theater /
make it right for one night not to be with her
to truly love the day, that's what the night is forWe'll go dancing / I won't say anything I will hold you, if you'll hold me We'll go dancing / sway in time the mirrorball shines on the whole you, the holes in meby: Dan Hawthorne
Blackwood Swing
If you all (all 4 that read this) don't mind, I'm gonna post a few times today. I'll write an actual post, for sure, but I want to post some songs that we've been writing. We being the band. I know that lyrics don't quite do a song justice...it's much better to *hear*. Otherwise, it'd be poetry. And I'm working on that...perhaps we'll see a Brother MacGuffin myspace page soon ;-)
That said, I present to you "Blackwood Swing", by Dan Hawthorne.
***
In your leaf and marble maize
Catch a thief in forty days
When the wind blows / the children know
If the boards don't break they'll go - flying.
Strung out and over limbs
Hatch door blown and you climb in
(You fall) through the years / in western hemispheres
You're either webelo, Aztec or - you're Mayan
High above the village green
She sits upon a soft machine
In gold lamé and polished chrome
She swims amid a shankar drone
Now gather round the fire
You're a spokesman for the spire
(and if you) babble on / they will sing your song
They will echo down and find you after you're gone
High above the village green (don't give up)
She sits upon a soft machine (on me baby)
In gold lamé and polished chrome (I won't count the times)
She swims amid a shankar drone (you've saved me)
I just don't know....
Why can't I complete anything these days? I mean, seriously. I have a hard time finishing a book. I can't finish *any* song that I write. I scrap most of my blog posts after getting halfway through them. I can't focus on one task, and if I do, I inevitably become disgusted by what it is I'm doing.
For instance.....writing. Did you know that I've written seven songs in the past two months? Hell no you didn't. I've torched every one of 'em, just about. The really sick part is that each and every one of them has started out with a, "hey, this sounds really cool!", and the ones that I've showed my friends all get similar feedback. The problem is, somewhere between point A and some other point, my brain says, "no....this just sucks. This isn't what I want at all...", and I just move on to the next project. So often I hear, "hey, what about that song about driving to Portland", or "How come we never play the one about your neighbor that was killed?" It's because I hate those songs. I'd rather play something else.
It's like that with damn near everything I do.
I saw/read/heard something the other day stating that energy drinks may be linked to
ADHD. My first reaction was, "hmmm....interesting." Then I realized that I'm completely hooked on Monster energy drinks, and that I might need to think a little bit about what it is I'm putting in my body. Is it likely that some excess B vitamins are causing problems? Is it foolish to assume that the restlessness I feel when I try to do something creative (or something in general) is just "me being me"? I'd feel like an idiot going to the doctor because I drink too much taurine, y'know? I've enjoyed great mental health my entire life. I've even personally questioned the "realness" of things like ADD. I've often wondered if it's just an excuse that society's made for kids that don't pay attention so well. Like, "Oh, the parents don't have time to set this one straight....let's pump him with meds!"
See....here it is again. I just reread what I wrote above, and thought, "what a rambling piece of crap. Delete this immediately!" Not today, though. I've been told I need to blog, and I want to bitch about how I can't focus on one topic....hey, does anyone wanna ride bikes?
