Posts Tagged ‘Video’

Decemberists Overkill

Monday, June 15th, 2009

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.

For Todd, Who Left Forever Ago

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

In case you miss us a little, in your Fat Tire stupor. . . things have been a little like this:

But mostly like this:

We miss you, too.

What Do You Want to Happen By the End of the Day?

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

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.

Fifty People, One Question: Restored from Benjamin Reece on Vimeo.

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.

And of course . . . world peace.

First Day of School

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

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 Needed This

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

A nice laugh before this harrowing season begins. . . .

Thanks to Jason for sharing it.

Bad Kids

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

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
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

My Son Creeps Me Out

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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.

First Snow

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

A little video from our brief snow experience last night.

The Freedom to Make One’s Own Mistakes

Friday, April 20th, 2007

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.

Do the Right Thing

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Tiller’s new favorite video on YouTube. Warning: Lots and lots of profanity, in case you’re not into that kinda thing.

Good stuff. Thanks, Todd.