Another post.

I'm loving the Audible app in conjunction with the Kindle app. Really makes reading lots, lots, lots easier. That is all.

I plan on another random post in + or - 7 years. (God willing and the Crick don't rise)...

 (go Hawks)

testing. happy easter.

Dualistic double post day.

Okay here are two other videos that I like. It is cool to have music describe life. I once had a connection once upon a time outside time and space over this song. It is still a great song to me.





It is nice to wake up, and see, again.

This song rocks as well, her voice is other-wordly.














This song is really good as well. The Dire Straits are cool, and so is Emmylou Harris. To me this song reminds me of my people that buck the trend and stay married. It is so easy to call it quits, especially in the day and age of people giving up on marriage. I can't blog anymore my sister Molly is opining about (much like my Uncle Pat, R.I.P.) real-estate, venture capitol, and soap-operas. She is the one who taught me the art of annoyance, if that is an art. My God. It is hard sometimes, to have a chirping bird in your ear, maybe I should remain single, ladies are you all like this? Oh, my.

We tried to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt.

This is a song about new beginnings, David Gray is the goods, the way that he deftly covers two songs at once is amazing. This song is originally a Soft Cell song, then the last part he sings Into the Mystic by Van Morrison. I was lucky enough to see it last summer in Sandpoint, who knew it was to be so prophetic.

Standing at the door of the Pink Flamingo crying in the rain
It was a kind of so-so love
And I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again
You and I had to be the standing joke of the year
You were a run around, a lost and found
And not for me, I fear

Take your hands off me, hey
I don't belong to you, you see
Take a look at my face for the last time
I never knew you, you never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye


We tried to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit, but it just wasn't me
You're used to wearing less, and now you're life's a mess
So insecure, you see
Well I've put up with all the scenes
And this is one scene that's going to be played my way

Take your hands off me, please
I don't belong to you, you see
And take a look at my face for the last time
I never knew you, you never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye

Under the deep red lights I can see the makeup sliding down
Well hey little girl you will always make up
So take off that unbecoming frown
As for me, well, I'll find someone who's not going cheap in the sales
A nice little housewife who'll give me the steady life
And not keep going off the rails

Take your hands off me, please
I don't belong to you, you see
Take a look at my face for the last time
I never knew you, you never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye
Goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

We were born before the wind
Who are we to understand
We were born before the wind
Say goodbye
Through the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye
Get on the train
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain, now, darling
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain, now, darling





The happier song is next it is The Wanderer by U2 and Johnny Cash



I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it

I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents

I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering






I guess the start of my blog will be videos I like to watch from time to time.

Regina Spektor

The song is a little bit on the old side, but she reminds me of what kid's today (high school) will look back and call their Tori Amos. Well before there was Tori Amos there was a lady by the name of Kate Bush
Well Kate Bush was my sister's time and this song I remember for years (probably only 3 years from 1989-91) blaring out of the bathroom I had to share with her. Well compared to the fucking Siouxie and the Banchees or Sister's of Mercy (no judgment here just, as a teenaged boy listening to your sister sing Peek-A-Boo while taking a shower at 5:30 in the am can get to be a lil' too much. I digress, Kate Bush always sounded good, nay hot and glorious. Well I'm proud to say after an image search she is was and always will be a voice matched by her looks.



After her the next to take the thrown was none other then Tori Amos. She seemed to be the favorite artist of every single girl I dated in high school. You are welcome to look her up on youtube if you wish.



Now the title of the post Regina Spektor, the name alone comes out of some Bond movie to me. I am an unabashed fan of hers. If she gets as big as brit brit I say right on Regina. I once tried to call a girl named Regina in high school, her dad answered. "Hello" me, "is Regiiiiina there?" "Regina, is not here, who is this". "Click". Oh well, I learned how to pronounce a name that day, and here is a killer video. I used to think that I was the guy she sang about until the mime looking dude showed up at the end, now I think I might be becoming the mime dude. Maybe that is something for Carl Jung to sort out, she definitely strikes a chord with me, there is obviously some hope springing eternal in her craft.

Resume's and fishing for a job at Q6.

They are necessary but I just wonder how much is it just crap to fill up space and how much is it really who we are, I was thinking this as I began to "church" mine up this afternoon. Well two games of chess later (split 1-1 with foxxy locks for those that care to know) I am on the right track though. I feel like the lil' train that could. I will say that I've missed the city by the lake a great deal in the last year. It is sure tough to type coherently after multiple cups o' joe' though. Life can be so good, you just have to let it.

A rumi poem.

At certain times in my life I wonder aloud, what's going on- Just like the 4 non blondes did in like 1994. I do like poetry, wish I could write it like this guy did. I think all of us dream of grandiosity and this poem merely makes you feel like you could just have it if you let yourself. He is my favorite.

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face e has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The starts and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, "How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?"
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
The we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be breed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day