Stuff I Didn't Write About This Week

Stuff I Didn't Write About This Week

"Freedom is just another word for showing off your tits." - Doug Stanhope 

1.) Sheryl already wrote about this on her blog, but I got treated to some Katie-vocalization when I took her home Wednesday night:

Mommy's alright
Daddy's alright
They just seem a little weird
Surrender, Surrender
But don't give yourself a wedgie

Tell me my kid doesn't rock, and I'll stuff a brick in yer ass.


2.) I took Katie out for something different Sunday. We went to the university downtown and caught a group of kids (I figured 10-14 year olds) in a "youth string ensemble."

They played about an hour. Opened with a bit of Bach's fifth Brandenburg, and went through mostly standard stuff, with a couple things I hadn't heard.

They were a tad sloppy and rushed some of the tempos (listening to them try to catch up with each other in a few places was a hoot) but that was why I liked them so much. A lot of energy there. I admire that in ANY music. I also liked the last piece, an inventive arrangement of patriotic themes that slammed different melodies together at interesting places - one bit lasted two bars before modulating up to something else. I also liked one of the half dozen of so Bartok bits they did - one of the slower ones, with the girl on lead violin laying down the melody by herself as her backup provided the one good foray into dissonance the whole set.

Katie was enraptured for about two pieces. After that, she looked like she was going to die from boredom. Oh well, I tried. :)

3.) I told a guy at work Monday my little dream of getting liquored up and going down to the giant Jesus statue for a pissing contest some night. He asked when and offered to buy the beer.


4.) Work situation got thrown back into disarray yesterday, when a bunch of us got sent home after an hour. At 5PM (after I'd spent a few hours looking for other work, then came home to record that stuff I posted) I got the call that it was over. The two-to-three week assignment lasted one day and one hour. Why am I not surprised?

5.) One of the band's standard tunes is Big Bad Leroy Brown. Since A came in, I let him have that on bass. There's so little guitar, I don't play on it, just do backing vocals. It's one I can only really do in a stupid falsetto that I keep back from the mic on so as to not sound TOO retarded.

There's a bit during the verses that I'd forgotten to do for a couple weeks. M (the lead singer) heard me do it Saturday night and it caught him off guard, and the rest of the song was basically the band with two singers laughing their asses off trying to finish the song. It was obviously the most appropriate chance for this, so at one point I yelled "Hi Ho Silver!" and went back to uncontrollable laughter.

I love this band. The gig tonight is in a more sedate venue, so we won't be burning anything down in quite the same way as last week, but I know we'll have some good shit happen.

Gotta leave in an hour. Two new students today too.

Awaaaay!
Dougie

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I almost forgot! I just wrote a friend to tell him about this story from a few weeks ago:

We went to the art museum in Cincy (we're going to the Dayton one Sunday) and Katie brought along a pad and a couple pencils to copy stuff with. She's got a BIG artistic streak (she tells me she's going to be an artist when she grows up, but she also wants to be a vet, a race car driver, and thirty other things)  and I've been trying to encourage that.

Anyway, what do you think was the first painting on the wall that she tried to copy?

A Georgia O'Keefe.

My kid can beat up your kid!