But we can't find the tinsel and I think I'm too Polish to forego the tinsel. And we need more opaque C7s. But otherwise it's almost done. Rocking out to non holiday music of the sixties while we decorated made me think of how Joey D always says I was born in the wrong decade. I think it's cooler to be out of time, though. Digging this music when it came out would be ordinary. Digging it and teaching it to my kids now is awesome. And it's SO good to dance to! And I found another song for my funeral mix. Take note: We'll Sing in the Sunshine by Gale Garnett. You'll probably cry though.
I can't think of any event I've been to where the sound system broke or cut out and the event got worse. There may have been one or two, but mostly when the sound system cuts out, everything gets more real and more better. er. er. er.
Ways in which the k-3 concert got better:
Each time it skipped and spazzed, 75 some odd kids were giggling, covering their mouths, and gasping, bug-eyed in merriment and surprise.
Once the teacher finally gave up and decided to forge ahead a'capella, everyone applauded.
After that, the kids sang louder and better and we could hear more individual voices. It felt more like a real Christmas concert that way.
Everything's better unplugged. Oh, and man I love reading the last names in the program. Delicious Polishy goodness.
And that is my review of the children's concert tonight.
In one of my dumpster picking adventures, a year or two ago, my brothers and I found a milk crate full of old records. We were in our church clothes, picking through these musty records in a light rain and I came home with an armload of polkas and other good stuff. Among them was this:
Yeah, with the single of "I Want to Hold Your Hand." But looks were deceiving because this record sleeve didn't have the 1962-1966 compilation in it. Oh no. It had MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR!!! Which is the first Beatles album I ever bought (well, I went in half and half with Jack) and probably my very favorite. The single is warped and not playable, but it looks cool. I could probably come up with something to make out of it. Someday. Or not.
Anyway, that was a great surprise.
AND the Johnny Cash album I pulled out of the same milk crate was in really great condition! I do so like good surprises. My life's been full of 'em.
Ah rich vinyl sound! Oh damn. Oh damn. Oh damn. It's weird but the sound of records playin on a proper stereo like this makes me feel some type of way.
One of the things I treasure most of more of all of the real relationships I have with other people is the music sharing. I was shared this today and it's beautiful.
First, a flashback:
I remember walking to class aside Dave K (oh worshipful Dave! You moonbeam! You, song of life and elderly tapdancers on aeroplanes ((You spelled it that way when you spoke, without knowing, but I knew!))) (listen to the whole album. In order. With headphones. Walk in the snow. Feel the cold and the heavy) (and then fall in love with me. and life. and reading Kafka. and fake hot chocolate I improvised with old kisses and boiling water while your sortafriends ate like kings.)
Beck, Sea Change https://www.youtube.com/watch?
but this, in today's moment:
approximately minutes 16- -17:19 Oh my!
Can I be trapped and untrapped forever?
Tell me what it means?
Aren't the lyrics below so deliciously kitelike? "So in looking to stray from the line We decided instead we should pull out the thread That was stitching us into this tapestry vile And why wouldn't you try? Perfect weather to fly" I dig "tapestry vile"
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And finally, one of my favorites:
Now I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So take my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind free from the lies
And I'll kneel down Wait for now I'll kneel down Know my ground Raise my hands Paint my spirit gold And bow my head Keep my heart slow
My. Goodness.
I kill these fruitflies who attack my apples.
I kill them with mercilessness like a Hindu Goddess. A bare (small)breasted goddess gnashing gnats.
Oh dance with me
Oh dance
Oh dance with me
Oh dance
Oh dance with me
Oh.
dance.
Oh.
Dance. Oh.Dance.
This feels like the right time to drown in some Elliot Smith. "Keep Writing, Helen" he said. That man. That soft, pockmarked man. Oh, an embrace I treasure! Oh the boisterous women I admire!
