I’m not sure, but I like it and Beth Orton always knocks my sox off.

Click on the thumbnail, so you can enjoy the horns in all their horny glory.

Don’t forget to buy Ravens in the Library!

It’s a glorious collection of tales by awesome(even renowned) authors and will raise monies for the singer’s hospital bills.

Susan’s amazing voice gets me every time.

It was much fun. More pics here.

And now, kick your feet up in the air, ‘cuz:

Woohoo! Our president can dance!

It’s a benefit for my favorite traveling folksinger, SJ Tucker aka SOOJ. She’s in the hospital without insurance, facing horrifically ginormous medical bills.

My friend Satyr has pulled some mighty strings and rallied a mind-bogglingly exciting parade of amazing writers and artists(including big names like Neil Gaiman, Amy Brown, Charles de Lint, Catherynne M. Valente and Laurell K Hamilton-not too mention himself and my friend Ben Dobyns-woot!) to put together a truly stunning anthology of tales.

You can also help SOOJ by buying some of her awesome cds here.

And, if you’re really feeling the generosity, you can donate here and for donations of $100 or more, I will personally throw in one of my famous ‘Feed your Inner Dragon’ t-shirts. For $1000 or more, I’ll handcarve an SJ Tucker plaque.

You know you want it.

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…

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.

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
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

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!