In the film Memento, the lead character is unable to retain short-term memories. So he’s constantly finding himself in the middle of a situation and not knowing how he got there. At one point, he’s running through a parking lot, dodging between the cars, and you hear his internal dialog:
“OK, here I am. I’m running. Am I chasing someone, or running away?”
There’s the sound of a gunshot from behind him, and the bullet hits a nearby car.
“Ok. Running away.”
I hope I’m running toward something.
Hey kids, let’s play ashes.
Sun is out – I’ve made a list
Today I’ll get caught up on all the things I’ve missed
And the last thing is lovin you
Well I’ve got grass to cut, and bills to pay
I’ve got enough set up to sweat away the day
And the last thing is lovin you
How come we don’t know what’s really important?
How come little things get in the way?
Say my dear, do you remember when
The world was young, and all the time we’d spend
You lovin me, me lovin you
But years have passed, and all the stars have crossed
And somewhere in there something good got lost
You lovin me, me lovin you
How come we don’t know what’s really important?
How come little things get in the way?
Sun is out – I’ve made a list
Today I’ll get caught up on all the things I’ve missed
And the only thing is lovin you
Say my dear, do you remember when
The world was young, and all the time we’d spend
You lovin me, me lovin you
You lovin me, me lovin you
You lovin me, me lovin you
How come we don’t know what’s really important?
Preparing crepes as they are meant to be made requires a special cooking surface, special tools, and even special punctuation! Here’s a recipe that gets you more than halfway there that you can make at home in just a few minutes. These are sweet crepes. Feel free to reduce or omit the sugar for something more savory.
2 eggs
3 T sugar
1/2 c flour
1/2 c milk
a few shakes of salt
(optional) a dash of nutmeg or a bit of vanilla
Mix all ingredients until smooth; try to incorporate air into the batter to make your crepes fluffier.
Heat medium-sized (8 inches is best) nonstick frying pan over mediumish heat (5-6 on a scale of 10). When the pan is hot, drop a pat of butter into it and swirl to coat evenly.
Pour in about 1/2 c of crepe batter. This will thinly coat the bottom of the pan. Let cook 1-2 minutes until it sets up, then turn. If the crepe scrunches up when you flip it, try to smooth it out without tearing it.
Crepe won’t need quite as much time on the second side. When my crepes are done they are lightly patterned with golden brown.
Flip the finished crepe onto an empty plate and roll it up. You may wish to garnish it with a fruit syrup made from jam thinned with a bit of hot water. Serve them hot as they come out of the pan to the eager faces lined up at your kitchen door.
This recipe makes about 4 crepes – enough for 2 people. Double or triple as necessary.
Playing Covers in the ‘Burbs for Small Change and Big Fun
Craigslist is magic. Where else can you find a new job, a car to get you there, an apartment to sleep in, a bed to sleep on, and a lover to sleep with — all in one place? Craigslist is also where I found my band, by answering an ad in the Musicians community section.
I had spent a few years playing original acoustic music around town, both solo and in a trio, for free coffee and not much more. In this market, the “good” coffeehouse is the one that puts in ten bucks of their own money to start off the tip jar. Of course, this is the same place that double-booked my date, let me put up posters, and didn’t tell me I was frozen out until I showed up with all my gear the day of the show.
So in the fall of 2008 I was ready for something different. Instead of playing originals for love, I wanted to play covers for money. Instead of being an acoustic player who owned an electric guitar, I wanted to sharpen my chops and hold down my place in a four-piece band. And I wanted the energy that comes from a group pushing and pulling together, instead of sitting alone in my living room wondering what to do next, or who would care.
Into the still air it curls
Nervous tendrils of chaos
Clasping itself like a snake
Entwining cursive logos
Now she knows the shape of death
She tastes sweet smoke with each breath
Entering the temple gates
Madrigal ecstasy
Under the stars
Somnolent symphony
Intro: four bars
Candle inside of me –
Our story begins here. Note the ghost to the left of the door
The house I lived in when I was very young was 3468 Wyman Street, Oakland California. One of the things I remember about it was that it was a house of circles. Inside the house you could run from the living room, past the fireplace into the dining room; take a hard left through the door into the kitchen and barrel straight ahead into the hall; then another hard left to take you back into the entryway and the living room. On rainy days, this well-worn track was our own personal Indy 500 of endless childhood energy.
You give and you take
You laugh and you cry
You push and you pull
And a year goes by
Continuing with the kissing theme…
In the Grand Banks off of Newfoundland
The fishing fleets are riding low
Two miles above the dark Titanic
An iceberg passes, drifting slow
The old Atlantic is a barrier
With rolling waves and blowing mist
But though an ocean lies between us
My body reaches for your kiss
