I'm indebted to Carmen's daughter April, "my favorite niece" (we're only a few years apart, so more like siblings), for supplying me with gift suggestions for all of my relatives back there, since I live so far away and I have trouble keeping track of what people are in to and have.
( Potlatch )
I wish that I could include pictures of the event and the ensuing sea of torn paper, but my camera died on the eve of this trip. So I'll have to wait for my relatives to email them to me, then maybe I'll make a separate post.
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, SHAPING YOUR SUMMER. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.
( 7 Songs, 7 Tags )
I wonder whether Mr. Old School's knees felt any less abused than mine, after the sway and stomp ...
Gotta love Tom's stream of consciousness, there. Seriously, I love this album! Faves so far: the rockabilly "Lie to Me" (in which Waits does his best Young Elvis imitation), "Lucinda," "Road to Peace," and "World Keeps Turning."
Great music, too: I've had The Dropkick Murphy's "I'm Shipping Off To Boston" ringing in my ears, ever since walking out of the theater. As The Village Voice puts it: "The Departed, after all, is a movie about Irish people doing violent shit in Boston, and the Dropkick Murphys are a band that sing about Irish people doing violent shit in Boston; it's a match made in heaven." Or a match made in Southie, anyway.
Pam and Kerri's house is charming, but with Friday the Thirteenth and Halloween both right around the corner, I suppose that it was inevitable that the party's theme was hell and damnation: ( Helluva Party )
( Somewhere Else )
( Shootin' Fireworks )
So, in what might have been described as an excess of joi de vivre, I shed my sling, put on some cool clothes and went with my coworker Ajitha & her partner Diwakr to (belatedly) ring in the Hindu Near Year, last night. It was like Brimful of Asha on the 45 (with live percussion!) till the wee hours.
Amazingly, I appear to have damaged myself in no important way--especially considering that I dislocated my shoulder for the first time a dozen years ago while ... dancing. But last night's calesthenics were, ah, less vigorous than that at infamous incident.
But, man, am I sore! Good thing I got to sleep, today ...
Last night, attam , Jackie & I went to see Danielli at the Mars Bar. The three of us used to work with Danielli's bassist, Pam, at my old company--it was great to see Pam, again: She's just this funky, friendly, upbeat chica who really, really ought to be a rock star. (She writes fiction, too, these days, it turns out ...) Danielli only played a short set, but they rocked, and I gather that there were some record company people there, so it was an important night. I hope it pans out for them.
Some of my playlist selections should be pretty easy to guess; others might be just about impossible. I thought that it would be more interesting that way ... ! ;oD
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