So be nice to your mother....
3:43 p.m. on 2005-10-31
Well, the Clavichord is still in my dad's basement- drove all the way from Seattle and it wouldn't fit in the trunk. My grandpa, who tagged along and whose birthday it was, was for some reason horribly pissed that the stuff wouldn't fit in the back. "We drove all the goddamn way here for nothing. I want to go home!" We went out to Japanese. He said Japanese food was fine when we were discussing the choice of restaurants, but then refused to eat anything but a piece of shrimp tempura, and then said he would make John stop for burgers on the way back. So I have the Clavichord for a few more weeks before it disappears into the murky depths of indy rock. Colin Meloy is not gay. His wife is five months pregnant. John was backstage at one of their shows recently and Colin says to the audience, "We have a man backstage, John Roderick of the Long Winters, who has had a very hard and horrible life, so I wrote this song for him." And they proceeded to play "Chimbley Sweep", pulling John onto the stage to waltz. He seemed pissed about this, and kind of offended that I am such a fan of the Decemberists. I guess they have a rivalry going on or something, maybe half feigned but I think John is kind of in it for keeps, a little at least. Oh well. At least they didn't play "A Cautionary Song" in his honor. He is trying to cool-ify me, sending me a care package of music and t-shirts from his label. Good luck. If he even does it. He is a notorious flake. No offense, he's a good guy. Anyway, enough about my family. I start work tomorrow. Sure I'm freaked out. Two years not working outside of the home, I feel a little agoraphhobic. I need some morphine for sure.
Oh yeah, we dressed Juniper up like a lowly urchin for Halloween. Like Cinderella when the fairy godmother never came, in a homemade sack dress rag over her head, carrying a mop and bucket, face stained with soot. For good measure she's insisting on carrying her little black dolly around, (making us look like an embarrassing sort of parents) like Cinderella, no prince Charming in evidence, decided to marry the local miller or something, and pop out little mulatto babies. I guess there were no black people in Cinderella, not even as servants.
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