POPSICLES FOR GIN

I slept twelve hours or more last night. The sadness pressing me to unconsciousness. I woke up this morning surrounded by cat bellies, Cooder wrapped around my head, Emmylou curled around my hand.

I'm still all over the place and, of course, still right here at the old desk, having only ventured out today as far as Junior's Deli to get myself a Mash. Squirrelly, I am. Overly snyaptically challenged. Firing all over.

And in that random spirit, I will ask whether y'all have ever had the experience of pulling out an old album or CD, one you haven't listened to in years. Tossed on whatever player, the cavalier listener wanders off to whatever task the music was to be background for. But the music is insistent on being heard, really listened to. I'll bet you might have.

I cannot recall the last time I played Norma Waterson. The review in the link there BARELY touches on the magnificence of this recording. Okay okay. I admit I am prejudiced as RT is the lead player and is all over the recording. But Martin Carthy is Norma's husband, no slouch either, and he is equally evident. I just hear RT like Nipper listening to his master's voice.

Rich as 95% dark chocolate. Nourshing as a draft Guinness in Ireland. Heart-wrenching as The Wizard of Oz or Old Yellar. It just fills up your ears completely. Click here to download a taste.

Some wheels spinning, some progress. Slightly flirtatious with depression, but just a toe-in-and-a-toe-out-kind-of-a-thing. My friend's situation is always beneath the surface as I think of her in the hospital, afraid and wondering how it all came to pass. This is fucked-up, my friends. Fuck-up on top of fuck-up. Perfidy permeating a life and eroding it, chewing away at the structure.

Emmylou discovered yarn yesterday. And there is a lot of it around. She's guiltier than she looks in this photo.

I ate a lot of lime popsicles today.  Better than drinking a bottle of gin, I suppose.

In other news, I let another adult (Iris) into my house today. That is always hard for me. I am not sure she even noticed the messy parts, so enchanted was she with the cool stuff everywhere.