Water in my Basement; Cobwebs in my Head
I'm sick of thinking about all that water in my basement and what is now ruined...so I am listening to Rachel York sing her heart out. A one-album-only artist (so far) I think she should give up Broadway, TV and Movies and just sing.
She has a way with the standards that makes them all sound so new. Her voice can be sweet and high or low and sultry. She can whisper a song or belt it out like Ethel Merman. She's really good.
A friend of mine is interviewing her tomorrow and I am so jealous. I want to shake her hand and tell her what a fan I am. I want to push her into the nearest recording studio and keep her locked in until she comes out with another album.
Same thing for the Ditty Bops. One album is not enough. I need more! (Just did a check and they have a new album coming out in May...that makes me happy.)
I think the mold in the basement has affected my brain cells. I feel like my head's filled with sawdust or maybe even mold itself. Something isn't quite right up there. I keep tasting soap too.
I can't seem to get motivated to do much but listen to music and wander around my home futzing around.
When I futz I get nothing accomplished. Usually the place looks worse after the futzing.
I futzed with my CDs in my lifelong quest of having them organized....there are now piles of CDs scattered all over the living room...
(Right now, Rachel York is singing "I Love How You Love Me" -- it's my favorite on the album!)
I have malaise, the blahs, and vague worries like: where is the hose?
Lawn men finally made their debut cut of the season and when I told husband he said: What about the hose?
The hose..what hose? I am assuming they moved the hose.
I went outside and I see no hose anywhere. Could the lawn men have mowed the hose, bagged the clippings and took them away? The hose was green, after all.
I have also been staring at the Hog's Breath Saloon web cam waiting to see if another one of my friends and his wife show up. They are supposed to be doing a gig there, but I'm not sure what day or time. They travel all over, like the wonderful gypsies they are, entertaining with their unique band...Lucky Mud is one of the names they play under.
Web cams fascinate me. I'm a born people watcher and web cams seem to cut to the chase. Earlier I watched the raw bar guy talking to a woman and each time he smoothed his hair, she smoothed hers. He talked with his hands up waving them around and she did too. He pushed glasses up on his head and so did she...it was like watching adults play Simon Says.
How the hell am I going to get the moldy cellar taste out of my mouth when the beer fridge is sitting in water and I don't want to swim over to it to get out a beer?
That's all folks, a completely inane post at your disposal. I am no way as interesting as my friends.
Pffft
I'm sick of thinking about all that water in my basement and what is now ruined...so I am listening to Rachel York sing her heart out. A one-album-only artist (so far) I think she should give up Broadway, TV and Movies and just sing.
She has a way with the standards that makes them all sound so new. Her voice can be sweet and high or low and sultry. She can whisper a song or belt it out like Ethel Merman. She's really good.
A friend of mine is interviewing her tomorrow and I am so jealous. I want to shake her hand and tell her what a fan I am. I want to push her into the nearest recording studio and keep her locked in until she comes out with another album.
Same thing for the Ditty Bops. One album is not enough. I need more! (Just did a check and they have a new album coming out in May...that makes me happy.)
I think the mold in the basement has affected my brain cells. I feel like my head's filled with sawdust or maybe even mold itself. Something isn't quite right up there. I keep tasting soap too.
I can't seem to get motivated to do much but listen to music and wander around my home futzing around.
When I futz I get nothing accomplished. Usually the place looks worse after the futzing.
I futzed with my CDs in my lifelong quest of having them organized....there are now piles of CDs scattered all over the living room...
(Right now, Rachel York is singing "I Love How You Love Me" -- it's my favorite on the album!)
I have malaise, the blahs, and vague worries like: where is the hose?
Lawn men finally made their debut cut of the season and when I told husband he said: What about the hose?
The hose..what hose? I am assuming they moved the hose.
I went outside and I see no hose anywhere. Could the lawn men have mowed the hose, bagged the clippings and took them away? The hose was green, after all.
I have also been staring at the Hog's Breath Saloon web cam waiting to see if another one of my friends and his wife show up. They are supposed to be doing a gig there, but I'm not sure what day or time. They travel all over, like the wonderful gypsies they are, entertaining with their unique band...Lucky Mud is one of the names they play under.
Web cams fascinate me. I'm a born people watcher and web cams seem to cut to the chase. Earlier I watched the raw bar guy talking to a woman and each time he smoothed his hair, she smoothed hers. He talked with his hands up waving them around and she did too. He pushed glasses up on his head and so did she...it was like watching adults play Simon Says.
How the hell am I going to get the moldy cellar taste out of my mouth when the beer fridge is sitting in water and I don't want to swim over to it to get out a beer?
That's all folks, a completely inane post at your disposal. I am no way as interesting as my friends.
Pffft
posted by mary bishop | 3:16 PM
13 Comments:
I think you'll like her...and she has perfomed free at Aids Benefits and is also involved in animal rights...So she's beautiful, talented and has a good heart too.
You're quite interesting, even when you think you're not. Swim for the beer, it'll be worth it.
Lawbrat...I love your line to swim for the beer because it's worth it...
I haven't yet but I did crack open a bottle of wine...!
(I watched the bar web-cam long enough to watch a girl get drunk, dance until she almost fell and then be escorted out by a man with a STAFF shirt. I also saw her use one guy for drinks and then dump him in a snap for a new guy who danced.)
A friend went to the hogs breath last month during a football coaching seminar. (on his way home from the dog track) ;) He got his wife a souvineer tee that says something like a hogs breath is better than no breath at all. Im sure that was as good a gift as diamonds. Heh heh heh.
Jeff..not every man knows women like you do...!
I was insulted when in New York a friend's husband insisted we go to Hogs and Heifers for a drink..(women get up on the bar and take their bras off and then fling them on the antlers of a mounted deer head.)
Not my speed....
Respect the beer. Take a swim. :D
I can only handle tasteless atmospheres when i'm trashed and tasteless myself.
"How highs' the water mamma?"
Mary, even on your worst day you are more interesting than alot of folks I know.
I say you're allowed to have futz days. Everyone needs them. They're sort of frustrating, but how would you know what productive was if you didn't have futz days?
Wenig...the pathway to the beer fridge has been cleaned up and there's a very jumpable puddle now between me and my beers!
Thanks Dashababy...Rachel York is good so if you need a way to waste time, go to iTunes and listen to her voice...she's my current favorite.
Echrai...so true, we need to have highs and lows, in order to know what the range of our spectrum is, whether it's in productiveness or happiness or anything else.
Today I was very productive.
I hope you dry out soon. I had no idea that there was flooding; out here in la-la land, it's dry as usual.
AMK - I can get to the beer fridge now...so all is well!!!!
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