LOVER

Practice/Rehersal

Did we even play three songs? Cuz we drank 3 bottles of champagne.

Roar/Shine

- Which is worse/better: air mic or air guitar?
- It's not the meat, it's the potatoes
- She's a woman; she can do whatever she wants.
- Don't wanna see you in the street tonight.
- You ever feel like how easy it would be to reach into someone's chest and just pull their heart out just like that?
- jeuxvideo.fluctuat.net
- comingupforair.net
- web.mit.edu
- alternativemuseum.org
- we-make-money-not-art.com
- elizabethunderwood.net
- Trout, corn, blueberry pie.
- This port-town wind is fickle, gleeful, biting.
- Moon's a fingernail upside down and the stars are lusty bit wishes.
- Something warm & greasy, smokey like a wine fire, sandy like the sea.
- Lee's book.
- Fried chicken, spinach, peaches.
- Herman's exhibitionis a great success!
- Herman in the backyard hacking bamboo down.
- I don't care about your cover band.
- "After a little while I kinda caught the swing of it,"

- Whole Field Band
- New Black Bonnets release "Seizure The Day"
- Fishy Stinky Pickly Oniony!
- Picnics you know underneath the pecan trees
- On down the line
- Surprise Happy Talk!
- We like blouses that are designed not to be tucked in but rather to lie gracefully and smoothly on the outside. When you're in a rush, jamming that inevitable flap back into your pants or skirt is not really an option.
- Oops, did I say we miss you? I take it back.
- Become a bread baker
- Just think of Shirley Horn's voice, just remember Nina Simone

footnote:

I'm also aware that many artists don't own the rights to their music anymore and so have no control over how the music is used. This raises a whole other slew of questions though - like ok:

Michael Jackson owns the Beatles catalogue, hence "Revolution" advertises running shoes. That's gross, yes, Michael (ew) Jackson, but the Beatles can't claim any sort of artistic integrity cuz they willingly sold the catalogue to profit big-time. Precisely so they could reap the benefits (ka-ching) from the tunes being exploited but can also claim innocence; they don't have to "answer" to any critiques.

And so Ramones songs selling Diet Pepsi? Why is this happening after Joey & Dee Dee have passed? Someone is running a full-court press and it ain't Tommy ...

architecture, allergies

I love Bruce Springsteen because he will not sell his music to endorse products. Is he the only one? Ramones for Diet Pepsi? The Band for Cingular? Nick Drake for Volkswagon. And Bruce says, "I'm lucky - I don't have to do it," implying he's financially set so he's free of such difficult choices, being diplomatic & all. But U2 for iPod? The Rolling Stones for Carb-Free Coke??? Like they need the dough.

And I can't help but think of all those unemployed jingle-writers ... doesn't anyone want a good original jingle anymore? I for one want a good original jingle.

$486

My cat Sif is 22 years old. Working in Pennsylvania at the truck-stop, somebody dropped her & her little brother off in the parking lot. I found them when I was taking out the trash. Mountains, Amish barn, gasoline. I scooped those kittens up, put them in the borrowed station-wagon, took 'em home. Tommy & Sif, what a pair. He was a big old orange boy cat and she's a tortoise-shell girl cat. Ah, Sif & Tommy. I put 'em in a cardboard box and hit the road - ending up in Detroit.

Tommy died there - it was November and raining, a heavy woolen time, and he got into some poison in some shed. I woke up in the morning & Sif was sitting right next to his rigid orange dead body. She just looked up at me and squeaked. I remember when she had her kittens in that basement on Avery Street. Her uterus collapsed after the first one out; the vet did a ceasarean; I wonder if her kittens are still big old alive cats? I've had her longer than I've had anything, longer than my parents, longer than any job or city or man. Gosh me and that girl have been through alot.

Moving all around, people come and gone, New Orleans. She's always been the one thing that was simply there. And it's not that I'm naivé; I know full well of the inevitable knock on the door, the hatchet, the guillotiné. Isn't that the risk we take, loving anything? Knowing of its impermanence, knowing we will one day have to say goodbye. That said, she's always been the one thing.

So she's sick with a tumor and has 3 stitches above her eye from the biopsy surgery. Her head is shaved and she's swollen. And purring, eating, jumping on the bed. That cat, I'll tell ya, she's an absolutely divine creature. I hope to be so sweet when I'm on my death bed. But believe me, I'm not forgetting: she ain't dead yet.

Bootleg Dolls

1. Do you ever feel dirty?
2. Peace and bombs, toms, I goin' get a mad Ho-Ho bliss on in the pantry!
3. A drunkard, not more not less.
4. Serial # letter
5. The music the movies that never arrive.
6. Somebody! Witness!
7. Interfaith Passover Seder
8. A family evening unlike anything else.
9. Ding Dong Dingy
10. Uncorkin'
11. London calling
12. He moves to Seoul in 2 weeks
13. Poison, 12 toxic tales
14. Einstein and beyond
15. a. Claude Challe & Ravin "Bir Gunah Gibi" b. Omega Men "Cat Robot" c. Fantastic Plastic Machine "First Class 77"
16. Yeah, I said "goddess".
17. Gautreux's
18. Superstar
19. Ehrenreich's "Anthropology of the Body"
20. Plenty of squirril
21. Reigning Sound "Too Much Guitar"
22. Every caver's greatest joy
23. Bear a dusting of snow
24. Teaser
25. Threading a giant needle
26. 2,000 meter mark
27. We need to dig deeper
28. Another train for Birkenau
29. China and Morocco
30. A wooden sled hauled by tractor
31. Skulls, pelvises, ribs, tibias, and femurs. The bone pile was crowned.
32. Secret messages flash and vanish
33. Degrees

soup kitchen

I want to hear something new. My body yearns forward like a dumb seed. There's no stopping that onward pull short of death. All kinds of death lives out there with its tempting driving, it's true. But the opposite force, toward life and forgiveness and action pulls just as hard. Maybe harder. Magnetic fields. I can't tell. All I know is my ears are virtually bleeding for surprise, the mouth I go to sleep with at night is open.

Pinenuts And Romaine

The best of days day, despite having fallen in the bayou. We rowed, we floated, the rubber dingy accomodated us, the champagne, the prescription exactly what the doctor ordered. That's a good doctor, putting us in Bayou St. John all day long, us ladies. And a perfectly clement sunset hot orange into Lake Ponchatrain. Chimay, ice water with lemon, grapes, one raspberry chocolate Milano cookie. And this morning:

- Carburator
- Small shrine surrounding a pile of orange peels
- A rusted iron hook attached to something at least 4 feet buried in the ground

I feel the sweet merciful Spring.

- Lou Barlow: EMOH

SPRUNG

It made a fever rise up in me, like that one time in Canada. I'll do all kinds of research to put a name to it but the wild fever will remain. If it returns after having been away it never went away, did it?

Irresistable

1. The tip of the wing of what had to have been a two-seater glider
2. Gigantic dead catfish
3. Tampon applicator
4. Grey heron
5. 2 cawing crows
6. Richard Thompson via The Black Bonnets
7. Monster chives
8. Booyah!
9. You don't know me
10. Bowl of romaine
11. Bartheleme's "The Magic Kingdom"
12. I have a crush on a magician?
13. Food water or shelter
14. Dog bath
15. Bevy of sparrows outside the window
16. New York City subway, Easter Sunday, 1985
17. Can be made of glass
18. Dream was medicine
19. The mouth of it
20. The uniform of the tool and die apprentice
21. Black coffee! Pronto!
22. 3618 Clematis Street
23. SS CATSIFAS
24. Glads knee high
25. How you can be efficient
26. Agents are often phoning me up
27. I was into Prince
28. Real prison life is not romantic
29. You can learn from your brothers
30. Funeral
31. Old pirates, yes
32. his team of French traceurs
33. Degrees