So, a friend of a friend went to The Decemberists show that I raved about a week or so ago. She drove to Atlanta from Columbia to see them, then went and saw them the next night in Raleigh. Her pictures are much better and she even got a little video.
I also found some video of some of my favorite parts of the show:
A little of “The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid”:
“The Rake’s Song:”
“The Queen’s Rebuke/Crossing:”
Cover of Heart’s “Crazy on You.”
And I know I said it in that post, but i will say it again: Becky fucking kicked some serious ass that night.
And one for good measure:
Bandit Queen, the song I wished they had played in Atlanta. They played it a week ago in Pennsylvania. Fuckers.
My friend Matt shared this link on Facebook, and wow, I am glad he did. It is nice to wake up in the morning and have something shake you up a little, and make you think about whether today is going to happen to you, or you are going to happen to today.
My answer: I wish that at the end of the day, everyone in the world would be true to themselves, to who and what they truly are; That we would all be comfortable in our own skin, and respectful of what other people are, too.
I realized on Tuesday morning, as I got Tiller ready to go to her first day at the new school, that we almost forgot to take any pictures. I really wanted to never forget to take pictures of her, what with her being the second child and all. So, we rushed around, and took a picture and a snippet of video, and then the memory card was full, even though there was seemingly nothing on it, and then Todd spent a half hour figuring out the problem, and Gee, isn’t it great that technology makes our life so much easier.
Anyway, here is the video and a pic of the Tills. Notice that she is holding her new tote bag. Her school doesn’t allow backpacks. At first, I was about to get all riled up, like they were worried that her bag might contain a handgun, and the tote would make it easier for Security to check her bag while they were frisking her for bodily weapons, but alas, it seems that it just makes it easier to slip her artwork in and out. Which i get. So, instead of buying their stupid ten dollar churchy bag (you want my kid to advertise for your church, you better give her an endorsement deal), I bought her the cute Target one with the record player on it. Take that, bitches!
I think i have posted this before, but a friend was pondering if it was bad that his young daughter knows all the words to the song, “Greased Lightning.” I wanted to find the video of my kids dancing and singing to the Black Lips song, “Bad Kids.” Couldn’t find it on my blog, so I’m just posting it again for good measure. It still cracks me up, especially that Rollie knows the “Timeout” and “A Penis on the Wall” parts so well. Not bad dancing, either. That boy loves the Dance.
Anyway, Pierce, if you are bad for teaching your daughter about gettin’ tit and pussy wagon, well, then, call DFACS on me. The lyrics go a little something like this:
Bad kids all my friends are bad kids product of no dad kids kids like you and me
Bad kids aint no college grad kids livin life out on the skids kids like you and me
In Class We are a minority Got no Respect for authority And won’t Play well with others And steal From all your mothers They’ll try To give us pills Oh wait Give us all the pills Go cry Mom I gotta go to court Dad won’t Pay his child support
Well you gotta understand we only do these things because all we are is
Bad kids all my friends are bad kids product of no dad kids kids like you and me
Bad kids aint no college grad kids livin life out on the skids kids like you and me
At home he throws a hissy fit Time out he doesn’t give a shit Got drunk Off all of grandmas schnaps Got caught Runnin from the cops Toilet Paper on the yard Six f’s On my report card Smoke cigs In the bathroom stall Spray paint Penis on the wall
Well you gotta understand we only do these things because all we are is
Bad kids all my friends are bad kids product of no dad kids kids like you and me
Bad kids aint no college grad kids livin life out on the skids kids like you and me
One of the fun things about having two laptops in the house again is that I can sit upstairs, while Todd hangs out downstairs, and we can email and chat back and forth. Which, also, let’s admit, is ridiculous. But we have fun with it. Like this little gem that I just received. Jason B., try not to get too freaked out by this.
When I left the Dogwood Festival for the ER last week, I failed to get this up on Dogwood Girl first. It is too good to pass by, though.
I am not a fan of The Grateful Dead. All that noodly jam stuff drives me cuckoo. So, it was funny that my best friends from college were Grateful Dead fans. We still joke around about it. I think that they will find this humorous.
I go to the Dogwood Festival with the family. Tiller and I sit and watch the dog frisbee competition, while Todd takes Rollie to get his face painted. Five bucks and the kid gets to pick the theme. Hundreds of choices.
He chooses the stupid Grateful Dead Steal Your Face thingie. Then I have to walk around the Dogwood festival with this hippie three-year-old, people possibly thinking that I chose it for him. It is a testament to my love for him that I would even hold his hand in public.
I guess you have to let kids make their own choices, and the irony of parenthood is that even when they make the choices you don’t want them to make, you still stand by them.
