Eeyore's Birthday 2008

Turn on your speakers!

Matilda Mother

Ah, sweet serendipity! A Barrett cover with clowns! My planets must be all lined up!

Pearl Harbor Day

(lyrics written on Dec. 7, 1995 after a huge disappointment)

it's five a.m. on a sunday morning-
haven't slept a wink but the day is dawning
and i feel the sunlight growing strong
and put another pot of coffee on

i see your name in the morning paper
and think it's strange how this feeling lingers
i run my hands across the page
and the newsprint comes off dark on my fingers

(chorus)
and it says "who? who's the joke on now?"

i don't mean to complain, i'm usually happy
i know where i stand, respecting the boundaries
but i feel like i just dropped the ball
and don't know where to go from here at all

when i turn on my tv
there's nothing on, just the usual pabulum
but i see how grand life could be
with money, good looks, and a team of well-paid writers

(chorus)
and they'd say "who? who's the joke on now?

(bridge)
i've often said dreams are like giants-
the bigger they are the harder they fall
and when your dreams come crashing down around your head like thunder
you can turn to me and i'll say nothing-- nothing at all

'found a new muse in the absence of tragedy
i put a fresh face on the background pain
took her up town on the morning train
by noon i was broke and on my own again

(chorus)
and she said
"who? who's the joke on now?"
"who? who's the joke on now?"
"who? who's the joke on now?"

The Name o' the Blog

The Intention: Taken from a line, wistfully delivered, by one of my favorite entertainers of long ago--- post-modern performance artist Laurie Anderson. This is a nod to her.

Anniversary Getaway

On the way out of town, we decided to really take advantage of the freedom to be totally spontaneous. So, after popping into Waterloo to pick up a Devotchka cd, we strolled up 6th Street, soaking in a few outdoor acts for SXSW and settling into the scene at Opal's for some good food, good pivo, and good Austin vibes.

We eventually peeled ourselves away from all that wholesome Bohemianism and pointed the car toward LaGrange and our waiting "cabin in the woods"- Waldhutte.

That evening, we wandered into LaGrange and were surprised and delighted to find a fairly upscale and competent little restaurant "Bistro 108" just off the picturesque town square. That's the old town jail in the background behind Mila.