20 Feb 1st Quarter moon after New moon of Chinese New Year (Year of the Horse) [my birthday]
Dinner and fun with Katie & Joan…
21 Feb The day I celebrated for myself…
Sitting down to breakfast & it’s snowing…
Stopped by work for last piece of cake & to say Hi to Katie.
An hour massage, aaah…
A real haircut with warm lather…
Coffeehouse for a very different but, great & relaxed lunch.
BD leftovers at Katie’s…
Ani concert with Katie & my baby girl…
Wanted to put Freakshow (from to the teeth) here cause she opened with an awesome version of it. She entered stage right jamming on the bongos while her drummer, Daren Hahn, entered stage left also jamming (dueling bongos?) while Julie Wolf entered sort of center & they all met at the mike center front stage and belted out a powerful freakshow. But, the one on the cd is nothing like the live one was…
but life on the outside ain’t easy
no sequins, no elephants
no parading around
yeah, the tent goes up
and the tent comes down
and they’re stuck in this fucking townyou need a lot of love and compliance
welcome to the freakshow
here we go…
Oh well, it would’ve been so perfect!
marrow – Ani DiFranco (revelling, © 2001) (the other ½ of the double album)
This one’s to myself for now… It has a lot to do with Your Next Bold Move, the gascd, Dr. Stivers’ seminar, my life…
the answer came
like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus, you weren’t listening
you were stockpiling canned goods
making a bomb shelter of our basement
and i can’t believe you let the moral go by
while you were soaking in the product placementand where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?…you were smoking me
weren’t you?
between your yellow fingers
you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a wordthere’s a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
a whole childhood of potions
that are all bottled up
and so one by one i am dusting off labels
i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
and i’ll have a taste of mine
but first let’s toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promise to do
differently next timecuz the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus, i’m not listening to you anymore
my head is too sore and my heart’s perforated
and i’m mired in the marrow of my (well… ain’t that) funny bone
learning how to be alone and devastatedwhere was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and what do i do with all these letters
that i wrote to myself
but cannot address?
Mark looking for Mark. And the search continues…
