In which I somehow manage to fill my days but I don’t feel like I’m actually doing anything.
Just a few rando things before the video:
- My netbook is all better after the rebuild. Yay!
- I sorta-kinda have a boyfriend, but we never see each other because we both gig, he’s on a pretty committed night schedule, and neither of us can entertain in our places of residence.
- I’ve gotten a response from a job application! Unfortunately, it’s for a part-time support job on the other side of the state and it only pays about a buck an hour over minimum wage.
- I ran out of business cards for my rockstar persona, so I ordered more today. I figured I needed them, since I’ll be doing about five blues festivals with Coyote Kings this summer. VERY EXCITING!
- G’ma won’t stop buying Purina; it’s cheap and I think she objects to paying twice as much for dog food. I object to Purina because it’s essentially non-digestible (the “crude protein” on the label is ground up non-food animal parts) and does weird things having to do with elimination to my dog that you really don’t want to hear about. I am now buying Iams myself and leaving it lying around in an effort to keep Bindu’s colon from falling out of her ass. (Yes, I fed and bought food for my own dog for over a decade; I just don’t get the opportunity to do so any longer.) I did get G’ma to quit giving Bindu canned food every damned day, though!
- I had my acrylic nails removed last week, for two reasons: I feel guilty paying for fills when I’m unemployed, and I wanted to maybe play a little guitar. My nailbeds still feel REALLY WEIRD.
- You should check out this picture of my breakfast.
Okay, since you’ve all been such good boys and girls, now we can watch some television!
Last Saturday, I played with the Coyote Kings at the Ice Harbor brew pub in Kennewick, WA. Below is some footage from the third set of a song Rob wrote for me to sing, called “You Don’t Like (What’s Goin’ On)”:
I sound all right, for a pudgy Irish chick, don’t you think?
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How in hell can you stand the bar noise? If I were singing I’d wanna yell “SHUT THE FUCK UP — I’M SINGING!” But then again, I’d be singing to an empty room. Even the band would desert me.
When are you going to record this and send out free MP3’s to your loyal followers? I need better bowling scores.
I love that you listen to me when you’re bowling. That’s freakin’ awesome. -m
Let’s get in the time machine, go back to that bar and LET ME SLAP THOSE PEOPLE who are talking over the music. Do they not understand that is my fav Mush song?
Thanks for giving me some ear candy this morning. Smooch.
Aw girl, you so fierce! Actually, the ambient noise wasn’t that bad in real life. It’s more an artifact of the video camera’s placement. -m
Holy schist! You…are AMAZING.
You know how Buddhism is all, like, if you want things you’re going to keep coming back around and around and around…desire=bad get off the wheel…well, I ain’t done yet b/c I have ALWAYS wanted a voice. You lucky woman. The only place Naughty can belt it out is in the car. The word karaoke makes her erupt in hives.
Rock on.
Thank you oodles, Naughty! Because you know how, like, it’s super double plus awesome when someone says you’re good at something? Yeah. -m
True story… I made a mixed CD. Remember when they were mixed tapes? Anyway, I found an awesome demo on my external that your brother let me copy from his external. Your Demo! So this is the first song on my mixed cd entitled “Best drive mix EVAR”.
True story.
EVAR! Whee! -m
I said true story twice. *hangs head*
Judicious repetition is a literary device, dear. Don’t be sad! -m