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Ben and Rita had a ridiculously fun party last night.

The theme was terrible costumes and great homemade pizza. Ben used his amazing sourdough to create the pizza crust and we all brought a multitude of yummy toppings.

Sam and I had a blast dressing up hideously for the event, as you can see. We fit in smashingly with the rest of the fashion atrocities.

When we weren’t sucking Ben(spiffy turquoise slacks and all) into the puppy puddle on the couch, Sam persuaded Rita to spend much of the evening boinging on the giant trampoline behind the house, extravagantly topped pizzas kept popping out of the oven, a crazy cacophonous jam session developed in the music room and we held a nun chucking tower demolition in the living room.

A most excellent party. More pics…

My awesome dad just got his own website up!

Hurray dad! May your musical mayhem inspire, fire and delight the hearts of people all around our fair world.

Love from the baby that got away.

Hey, anyone know if there are several versions of the Beatles ‘Fool on the hill’?

The recording I have is this:

Day after day,
Alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is sitting perfectly still,
And nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he’s just a fool,
But he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning ’round.

Well on his way, head in a cloud,
The man with the empty mind is talking perfectly loud
But nobody seems to hear him,
For they think that he’s just a fool
And no one will go quite near him
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning ’round.

And nobody wants to know him
For they think that he’s just a fool
for he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning ’round.

And nobody wants to hear him
’cause they see that he’s just a fool
for he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning ’round.

woah ooh,
Round and round and round.

He never listens to them,
He’s no fool
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning ’round.

woah ooh

-but the sites I looked for the lyrics on are quite different…

‘Show me forgiveness’

‘Show me forgiveness
For having lost faith in myself
And let my own interior up
To inferior forces
The shame is endless
But if soon stars forgiveness
The girl might live’

I’m dancing(my first solo performance-SQUEAK!) to these two Bjork songs tonight.

“Where Is The Line?”

‘Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

My purse wide open
You ask again
I see you trying to
Cash into accounts
Everywhere

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I want to be flexible
I want
To go out
Of my way for you
But enough is enough

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I am elastic
I want to go out of my way for you
I want to help you

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I want to have capacity for you
And be elastic, elastic, to be elastic for you
Where is the line with you ?

I’m elastic for you
But enough is enough

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?’

Medulla, 2004

‘Twas the day before I left for Burning Man, so the pics fwooshed through my camera so fast I almost forgot about them in all the whirl of returning…

My mom’s booth came out beautifully. The kids(and adults too) loved it!

It was the Arts In Nature Festival at West Seattle’s little green, hidden oasis, Camp Long.

Mom and her band of dragon musicians wandered about making music and handing out dragon riddles to the kids and Sam and I played on the glacier and the climbing rock and visited the cool installations in the cabins. The hurricane cabin was so cool-an auditory installation, hurricane winds and transformers exploding issuing from a cabin in the woods… Awesome!

The kids had a blast at the end of the festival when they took the ginormous world ball off it’s stand and let them roll it around, which soon became a game of tag, pushing it up the grassy meadow slope, letting go and running like hell as it came back down!

Sam probably would have stayed all day pushing the ball around, especially when kids started lying down in it’s path to let it galumph over them on the way down, but we really had to pack up the booth and call it a day.

Pics, pics, pics!

We’re all going to HELL!

Pandora, my favorite online music source, is observing a Day of Silence to warn us about the plight of internet radio stations.

‘Ignoring all rationality and responding only to the lobbying of the RIAA, an arbitration committee in Washington DC has drastically increased the licensing fees Internet radio sites must pay to stream songs. Pandora’s fees will triple, and are retroactive for eighteen months! Left unchanged by Congress, every day will be like today as internet radio sites start shutting down and the music dies.’

Go here to give your senator a piece of your mind about the obliteration of our internet music streams!

Go listen to the Brobdingnagian Bards.

Really, best drinking songs ever. Plus all the Tolkien references you could possibly want. Love Sam Gamgee’s lament: ‘The Ring of Hope’.

Also a lovely cover of Monty Python’s ‘Always live on the bright side of life’ and don’t miss ‘The Scottsman’ and the grandly irish ode to ‘Beer, beer, beer’!

Link via Azra

Sung all slow and ballady, believe it or not, by Alanis Morrissette.

Better not touch her lovely lady lumps-she’ll gutpunch you.

Thanks to Meghann for the link-damn I miss your smartass mouth!

Currently lounging in my brand new 100% silk pink leopard birthday pjs, listening to my brand new birthday Tommy Emmanuel cd’s in my lovely forested penthouse bedroom two floors above my newly hooked up birthday(well, not really, but close enough) breaker… Just waiting, breathlessly, ecstatically waiting, with it’s long conduit pinned properly all along the wall to the garage and it’s extra-long cabled plug-in beckoning. Waiting for me to go buy my new KILN and sculpt and sculpt and SCULPT!

Holy goddess, it’s been TOOOOOOO DAMN many years since I had my fingers buried in clay, since I pushed and poked and prodded and plucked my creatures and creations to life. I’m so excited I’m buzzing, melting, giggling, glowing with fecund anticipation.

David Roman you’re my HERO!!!

Fitting perhaps that such a firey wunderkind should whip my electricity into shape… Can’t wait to go buy my kiln… Soon, so fuckinglovelysoon.

Pprrrrrrrr…..