Oh and the second picture down makes me either incredibly ashamed of myself or incredibly proud to be a dad. I can't decide.
"Mmmm, junkie trannie heinie."
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Oh and the second picture down makes me either incredibly ashamed of myself or incredibly proud to be a dad. I can't decide.
"Mmmm, junkie trannie heinie."
Just signed up the day before yesterday. I'll check it out.
Woohoo! My emusic user name is kansian just in case you see it pop up (and I have public lists and such but there is no way to search for people by username - it's dumb - you just have to kind of happen upon them).
And: Ohmygodcutebaby!!
But Lapalco, eh?
Yeah - I just wasn't impressed with Alternative to Love at all. Lapalco is harder to find in stores though.
I'll keep an eye out for you, Tina! I have no idea what my username is.
Also: thanks! Li'l Sphere is precious, even when checking out tranny junkie butts.
BABY!! cute!
"Mmmm, junkie trannie heinie."
David answers the musical question, "What goes on there in your mind, Lil' Sphere?" Although Lou's answer ("I think I am falling down") was probably closer. Perfect album for a little Austinite: the opportunity to cheer or boo (don't know the prevailing Austin attitude) when Lou talks about the Cowboys, a longtime UT prof on guitar, the opportunity for Dad to talk about Moby Dick ("Now, son, the singer's..." "You call that singing, Daddy?" "Respect your elders, boy! As I was saying, the singer's future girlfriend wrote a whole opera about this book." "Aw, man, you're not gonna read it to me again! Why can't that guy stick to the story?" "What'd I tell you 'bout respecting yer elders?")
Corwood, spend one of your emusic downloads on the title track to this. The other three are worth getting, too, but you must hear the title track.
Corwood, your baby cowboy is so adorable and just full of joy. He makes me want to hug him and absorb the happy.
Joe, you funny. To mention some private business publically, I have started on an email reply to your massive missive of yesterday, but, like the Carpenters, I've only just begun.
Also: thanks, y'all! I'm just glad he didn't get my copy of Armand Schaubroeck's Ratfucker down.
nineslut
"Mmmm, junkie trannie heinie."
Hec, I think you just came up with Nick's one true bandname. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage...Junkie Trannie Heinie!!!"
I have started on an email reply to your massive missive of yesterday
More plates o' shrimp, amigo, I was just coming to tell you that I forgot to mention that I also included the Hank Jones/Charlie Haden collaboration Steal Away, which was played on Fresh Air today & which you can hear here. And apropos of that, here's Mr. Terry Gross's Trane-centric review of Monk at Carnegie Hall. (I don't know if Davis has a role in programming music for the show, but it usually has interesting music. It's clear from her interviews that Terry loves music. Don't know how interested she was in jazz before marrying a critic, but she's pretty knowlegeable.)
Also forgot to mention that I saw Tom Verlaine. I've now seen him twice, both times at the Strand. He was heading out as I was heading in. Had I not cleaned out my backpack before leaving the house I would have had the Television article I read the day before.
Trudy! I owe you an email. I've been working, working, working for the past few months. Late, weekends, you name it. Got your email while working on deadline & it got lost in the shuffle. My apologies. Speaking of work, I'd better quit ignoring it because it doesn't care, just keeps piling up.