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Our new friend Stan(just met at Breitenbush) took this pic on his way home to California.

Currently playing: ‘Damn your eyes!’ on my new birthday Zap Mama cd, Seven. So good.

So excited to see Joanna Newsome tonight! Love her lyrical storytelling ballads… You have to listen closely to every line, or you’ll miss pearls and pearls of her precious words.

I can’t wait to hear them actually pour out of her mouth! I hope the whole audience is breathlessly silent.

“En Gallop”

this place is damp and ghostly, I am already gone
and the halls were lined with the disembodied
and dustly wings
which fell from flesh
g a s p l e s s l y

and I go where the trees are
and I walk from a higher education
for now, and for hire

it beats me but I do not know
it beats me but I do not know
it beats me but I do not know
I do not know

palaces and stormclouds
the rough straggly sage and the smoke
and the way it will all come together
in quietness in time

bitch, you laws of property
bitch, you free economy
bitch, you unending afterthoughts;
you could’ve told me before:

never get so attached to a poem, you
forget truth that lacks lyricism,
never draw so close to the heat, that
you forget that you must eat, oh

in order to make
the music
seems i must break so many things
turn over
like bracken and sea shrapnel
graced by the tongue of the beetle-green sea

let each note be
a full-bodied song
enough fingers
enough toes
skin to cover
the wreckage
bloody beat
enough belly
enough feet

Superlove is something that they say is very rare
In the dark, In your world it’s everywhere
And I feel like an x x rated movie star
It’s the way you love me down
It’s the way you love me down
Everytime we kiss you bring out the woman in me
Everytime you holler out my name you set me free
I am a sex-o-matic venus freak when I’m with you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to
I am the automatic easy freak all over you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to.

Superlove
Gimme some, some, some.
We are the genius of love
Feel like an x x rated movie star
It’s the way you love me down
It’s the way you love me down
Everytime we kiss you bring out the woman in me
Everytime you holler out my name you set me free
I am a sex-o-matic venus freak when I’m with you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to
I am the automatic easy freak all over you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to.

When we seek and hide
When my hands are tied
69 positions and
whip cream all over my skin
lick you from bottom to root
love to get down with you
I am a sex-o-matic venus freak when I’m with you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to
I am the automatic easy freak all over you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to.

Oooooh yeah, Macy Grey… Bottom to root indeed. Yum. Wish I could sing it in her deep, smokey, sexy voice. It never quite comes out that way when I try. But fortunately-as I discovered this weekend doin’ 90 on my way to the Norminapalooza-that don’t matter at all when I’m solo on the freeway!

WHOOHOOOO! X x rated movie stardom, here I come!

My freeway skilz are rapidly improving too. Did you know that you can change a tampon with one hand and your teeth, while zoomin’ down the interstate?

It’s a good skill to hone, especially if you(like moi) are prone to NOT wearing any underwear and silly enough to only bring one dress to wear to a party that lasts all weekend-Eek! Saved, in the nick of time!

Plus it has the added benefit of thrilling the heck outta passing truckers.

My momma, my son and I had a splendid sunny day out at the Tolt river yesterday. It was hot sun, cold water lovely.

We also had the pleasure of attending the Dana Lyons concert at the Carnation Tree Farm that evening. It was a benefit for the Thirteen Grandmother’s Moonlodge, a fundraiser to buy a new yurt for them.

Dana is such an awesome, fun performer. His songs are by turns inspiring, hilarious, and apt-especially ‘Mosquito Party’ sung as the bugs were indeed chewing their way right through our clothses.

We didn’t mind though, it was too much fun, with Dana attempting to mimick the bullfrogs croaking from the pond with his guitar-he did a pretty damn good job too!

Sweet summer fun.

Last night an’ plumb forgot to bring my ID to the showbox.

Which meant no drinks for me… Poo.

But, fortunately, Keller Williams is a funny man, with his crazyass double guitar an’ his awesome mouth orchestra and we danced our freakytreehuggin’lazyasshippie asses off!

Whew.

I needed that.

and if remember be a task, then forget me.

I love Laurie Anderson.

Michelle Shocked has been rockin’ my house with her awesome 3 CD collection, ‘Threesome’.

‘How You Play the Game
Players play the game but they play it cool
Lovers play the game but they play the fool
Kids play the game in the alleys after school
Fat cats play the game but they make the rules
Ah yeah, it’s the gold that makes the rules
You’ve got to lose some day my friend
Sooner or later this game’s got to end
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
But one thing will never change
It’s how you play the game
Soldiers play the game but they call it war
Masochists play the game- they come back for more
Kids play the game ’cause that’s what the games are for
Losers play the game but they get sore
Ah yeah, losers get their bruises they get sore
You’ve got to learn some day my friend
That the means ain’t justified by the ends
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
But one thing will never change
It’s how you play the game.’

You got it, woman.

“Please Please Please”

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It’s a mess but it’s working
And maybe if you tried it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team and
You can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady, steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It’s a mess but it’s working
And maybe if you want to try it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out

Give me something familiar
Somethin’ similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Fiona Apple

This dancer was inspired by an evening’s jam session I attended earlier this week. I had the singular pleasure of being the only girl in a room full of boys with guitars, an aeoud, a cello, flute and mandolin.

I reclined blissfully, snuggling warm mens, on the ample cushionery in front of the fire. Tea, wine and sketchbook at hand whilst the music thrummed all through the room.

Mmmmmmm… Zanheaven.

Walking to work today through the drenching downpour, I noticed my friend Tessa at work in her underground bakery.

I knocked on the basement window and she tried to smile. I motioned that I had to go, but saw her moving to open the window, so I knelt down a moment.

“They stole my backpack!” She exclaimed.

She just went to the bathroom, for a few minutes and someone walked in and took it. Over a hundred in cash and her stuff, journals and all, gone in a moment.

Damn rotten thing to do.

I comforted her the best I could in the few moments I had and then continued on my way. My first massage was this big ol’ boy with gold chains and tattoos. Hoo boy, I thought

He kind of blew my mind when he started talking about chanting mantras in traffic and doing the fire breath. He said he used to be a red neck, ’til he came to get a massage a decade or so back.

We changed him, I guess. Or at least started the ball rolling. Now he’s seriously into buddhism. A little laughing buddha dangles from one of his chains and he’s all about Kali and Greeen Tara and tantra…

Who knew? I guess it just goes to show one should never pigeonhole someone according to their looks. There’s always room for change.

We had a wonderful time talking about art and buddhism and goddesses.

It was a great evening. Five massages and then off to see Erin Mckeown. She gave a short concert at the Rockin’ Girls event. It wasn’t a great venue for her. She’s such a blast and there we were all stuck in chairs! Yael sat it out, but Josh and I couldn’t handle it, we HAD to get up and dance! She said we could come on stage if we wanted, but we just shook it up, down and all around in front of the stage, absorbing her joyous vitality.

What a fuckin’ cutie! She totally looked like a pixie with her short red hair sticking straight up at all angles.

T’was good to dance.