2008/12/27

Ghost Notes

I could listen to Frazey Ford sing the phonebook.

2008/12/21

Yo, Saturnalia

Happy Hanukkah! Happy Solstice!

The customary greeting for the occasion is a "Io, Saturnalia!" — Io (pronounced "yo") being a Latin interjection related to "ho" (as in "Ho, praise to Saturn").


I bet you didn't know that 'Yo' and 'Ho' were really quite acceptable Roman greetings now did you? They've gotten such a bad rap of late.

There are 3 shopping days left and I have completed 10% of my expected purchases. Deadlines are my primary motivator. Getting ahead of the game is something I continue to work on with little success ;) Luckily the editors at the Spuds 'n Taters haven't put me on deadline yet. But the day is coming, I can feel it, when they hold my little feet to the fire. If you count yourself among the enlightened to own satellite radio, today has been a wonderful day on the Grateful Dead channel. They are playing 24 hours of Dark Stars to celebrate the Darkest Day of the year (in this hemisphere). And a joyful noise it has been and is right now behind me, from Nov 11, 1973. Deadbase tells me that was at Winterland and it went Dark Star> Mind Left Body Jam> Eyes> China Doll, Sugar Magnolia. That is hot! I hope they play the Eyes->China Doll too. Next year, I plan on taking my banjo to Stonehenge on solstice day and playing my own Dark Star Jam. It'll be a free show, so come on out. Nope, they didn't play the Eyes> China. C'est la vie!

2008/12/11

Way Down in the Hole

I'd really rather be under the covers and dreaming right now instead of pouring another glass of wine. It's after midnight, warm and rainy outside; perfect for sleeping. Yet here I am wide awake. And I have to be at work early tomorrow. The light just went out in the den. We're in for a rough one tonight. I feel it in my bones. Red sky in the morning. And there is no reason why. I'm trying to blog this insomnia away can't you tell.
Somewhere dawn is breaking
Light is streaking across the floor
Church bells are ringing
I wonder who they're ringing for
Travel under any star
You'll see me wherever you are
 -Bob Dylan, Dreamin' of You

O, it's going to be a bad day later when the sun comes up. Almost time for another glass. Did you know this year is getting another second? I'm going to need it. The earth is moving slower. Aren't we all? Did you know GPS time is 14 seconds ahead of UTC? It's all relative people. Passing one A.M. C'mon red wine work your magic! Back baby, back in time, I wanna go back, when you were mine. Arpeggios! Arpeggios make me sleepy. Noted.
fugue, 2. a state or period of loss of awareness of one's identity, often coupled with flight from one's usual environment, associated with certain forms of hysteria.

This week's music pick, J. S. Bach, Toccata and Fugue in D minor. Learn it. Know it. Live it. Pull out all the stops for it. I need some cheese to go with this wine and I have some, arrived today on my porch, on the hottest day of December. Pray that government cheese didn't go bad. I just had a flashback that I was in Korea. I liked Korean food. I had trouble sleeping there too. It's a long way from home. Most places are like everywhere else just a little different. Maybe I should move on to the harder stuff? Whiskey? You're all I need, I'm in the middle of your picture, lyin in the reeds. I'm talking that jive and drinkin that wine, maybe it's time? Do you see me yet, under the stars?