last night we started recording a demo to take to las vegas for tommy, but realized we needed to use electric rather than acoustic guitar cause the input signal otherwise was too low & also that james jr needed to sleep, so called it a night. today the great pumpkin decreed james didn't have to go to work, so we'll spend it getting that music together... we leave manana for the trip of a lifetime; am thinking of places i want to stop/places he's mentioned wanting to see: can't wait! james has traveled all over the country by boxcar & w/bands & has exhaustive knowledge of the vampire's haunts (24-hr stores, late nite bars & clubs), but i know the daytime better, having been a boozeless adventurer longer... the other day we went to a big gun show (!!!!) cause he asked if i'd go & i wanna go anyplace he wants me to go; his clean-cut childhood friend & father, a touch of kookoo in their friendly countenances, manned a booth & got us in. i was less appalled than i'd thought i'd be, & james came home with a neat slingshot, lilliputian g.i. joe grenades, & felix the cat figurine. the next day he wanted to go back to help his friend, so i went to the bolsa chica wetlands on the north edge of town & found about 7 miles of roads & trails. the sky & air & breezy smells were pristine; terns, cranes, squirrels, red-tail hawk, ducks/teals, waterfowl & other creatures sailed, soared, & scampered about: what a beautiful place to explore! unlike the hills around the mountain home, the grounds at the beach are pretty picked-over, being traversed by so many more people, but i did find a glittery rock & a rather amazing tiger-striped snail shell. james came home that day w/some cool work gloves that look like something from mad max. a guy asked him, "are those so you can hit someone better?" and he replied matter-of-factly, "no, my fists are MUCH harder."... well, the coffee pot is calling... what's going on in your life?
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
"for the happy couple," learning to live in the daylight hours
cat gave us this picture: 
last night we started recording a demo to take to las vegas for tommy, but realized we needed to use electric rather than acoustic guitar cause the input signal otherwise was too low & also that james jr needed to sleep, so called it a night. today the great pumpkin decreed james didn't have to go to work, so we'll spend it getting that music together... we leave manana for the trip of a lifetime; am thinking of places i want to stop/places he's mentioned wanting to see: can't wait! james has traveled all over the country by boxcar & w/bands & has exhaustive knowledge of the vampire's haunts (24-hr stores, late nite bars & clubs), but i know the daytime better, having been a boozeless adventurer longer... the other day we went to a big gun show (!!!!) cause he asked if i'd go & i wanna go anyplace he wants me to go; his clean-cut childhood friend & father, a touch of kookoo in their friendly countenances, manned a booth & got us in. i was less appalled than i'd thought i'd be, & james came home with a neat slingshot, lilliputian g.i. joe grenades, & felix the cat figurine. the next day he wanted to go back to help his friend, so i went to the bolsa chica wetlands on the north edge of town & found about 7 miles of roads & trails. the sky & air & breezy smells were pristine; terns, cranes, squirrels, red-tail hawk, ducks/teals, waterfowl & other creatures sailed, soared, & scampered about: what a beautiful place to explore! unlike the hills around the mountain home, the grounds at the beach are pretty picked-over, being traversed by so many more people, but i did find a glittery rock & a rather amazing tiger-striped snail shell. james came home that day w/some cool work gloves that look like something from mad max. a guy asked him, "are those so you can hit someone better?" and he replied matter-of-factly, "no, my fists are MUCH harder."... well, the coffee pot is calling... what's going on in your life?
last night we started recording a demo to take to las vegas for tommy, but realized we needed to use electric rather than acoustic guitar cause the input signal otherwise was too low & also that james jr needed to sleep, so called it a night. today the great pumpkin decreed james didn't have to go to work, so we'll spend it getting that music together... we leave manana for the trip of a lifetime; am thinking of places i want to stop/places he's mentioned wanting to see: can't wait! james has traveled all over the country by boxcar & w/bands & has exhaustive knowledge of the vampire's haunts (24-hr stores, late nite bars & clubs), but i know the daytime better, having been a boozeless adventurer longer... the other day we went to a big gun show (!!!!) cause he asked if i'd go & i wanna go anyplace he wants me to go; his clean-cut childhood friend & father, a touch of kookoo in their friendly countenances, manned a booth & got us in. i was less appalled than i'd thought i'd be, & james came home with a neat slingshot, lilliputian g.i. joe grenades, & felix the cat figurine. the next day he wanted to go back to help his friend, so i went to the bolsa chica wetlands on the north edge of town & found about 7 miles of roads & trails. the sky & air & breezy smells were pristine; terns, cranes, squirrels, red-tail hawk, ducks/teals, waterfowl & other creatures sailed, soared, & scampered about: what a beautiful place to explore! unlike the hills around the mountain home, the grounds at the beach are pretty picked-over, being traversed by so many more people, but i did find a glittery rock & a rather amazing tiger-striped snail shell. james came home that day w/some cool work gloves that look like something from mad max. a guy asked him, "are those so you can hit someone better?" and he replied matter-of-factly, "no, my fists are MUCH harder."... well, the coffee pot is calling... what's going on in your life?
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