I'm the same way about the people I've loved who're no longer here. I feel like they're with me whenever I need to talk to them, or remember them. I enjoy old cemeteries, the one in Beaufort is especially atmospheric, with graves going back to the 1700s, and the one in Old Salem is reminiscent of the one in Savannah made famous by that Garden of Good and Evil book. But I never visit the cemeteries where either of my parents' families are buried. I probably should be scrubbing headstones and arranging flowers today--it's the Easter Saturday activity my mom and dad always dragged me along to as a child. I don't subscribe to it. And it's very telling to me that Mom has never even asked to see Dad's grave, much less arranged for flowers for his grave.

Also? Yay for Erinaceous!!!

And? from her pic, I think we can all say she is not hedgehog-like. Well, at least in appearance....

Erinaceous is adorable in that picture.

Also? I completely support Aimee in her PP&M love. There was a period in the late 60s before airplane rock took off (heh) that people felt they had to choose between folk and rock. Folk had been more popular than it had ever been for a few sweet years in the mid-60s, and rock had--not stalled, precisely. More like a fallow period where it took a deep breath and gathered its strength and set off in a new direction, incorporating much of the folk influences from immediately preceding years. And the folk, um, folk, were understandably worried that their new-found popularity would be overcome by "electronic music," and were resistant to its appearance. I don't think PP&M were the only performers who felt that Dylan had "sold out" when he appeared onstage with an electric guitar.

It all worked out. The Lovin' Spoonful, The Mamas & The Papas, The Byrds, most of the late-60s groups were created or grew from people who had been folk music performers. Even most popular folkies incorporated electronic elements into their performances and their recordings within a couple of years. So holding anybody responsible to statements made, which later practice rendered irrelevant, seems...I dunno, reactionary? Um?

See, I loves my rockabilly and my folkrock AND my Hec.

t loves on Beverly

Well, I've finally heard. I didn't get the part. I'm too "real" and too "American". Ah well. No biggie.

There was a period in the late 60s before airplane rock took off (heh) that people felt they had to choose between folk and rock. Folk had been more popular than it had ever been for a few sweet years in the mid-60s, and rock had--not stalled, precisely. More like a fallow period where it took a deep breath and gathered its strength and set off in a new direction, incorporating much of the folk influences from immediately preceding years.

John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind;
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny
Tryin' to get a fish on the line.
In a coffee house Sebastian sat,
And after every number they'd pass the hat.
McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher in L.A.,
You know where that's at.
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.

(loving Daniel! Perr-zackly!)

(loving Aimee back)

And now I go off to do something productive. Like, maybe, vacuuming my feeeelthy house.

Aaaaaand my other favorite list

Along with the video game "Evil Genius", playing Maximillian - a tubby, German-accented technophiliac madman.

I think they looked in my mirror to design him.

But before I run away, Alex, I haven't had a chance to post with you since you decloaked. Welcome, StuntHusband!

Well, I've finally heard. I didn't get the part. I'm too "real" and too "American". Ah well. No biggie.

Shucks, Aims. I really wanted to see you on stage, because I'm not sure I ever have.

Will you promise to maybe look for other things to audition for?