Music Monday: We Were Promised Jetpacks

Very well might be the best named band I've encountered this year.
We Were Promised Jetpacks... Quiet Little Voices.

Music Monday: Young the Giant

For your aural pleasure, Young the Giant "My Body"

Music Monday: For Very Busy People

The Limousines - Very Busy People

This is the live version - hey, Eric's kinda cute, if he'd turn around a little bit more; hope he's eating his veggies. And what the heck is B-Sides on MYX?

For your listening pleasure... and they'll be at SXSW, so check em out.

Operatic Death

Just got our seat assignments from Amici for the performance of Romeo & Juliet. Pretty great place to watch them kill each themselves.

still trucking

When Jim died, we read Psalms and he passed quickly and peacefully. With John, I'm afraid that it will be something a little less calm. I'm sitting next to him as he breathes an albuterol treatment, 2 ml of morphine, and copius pills. Yet he still smokes. Watching death take its course... I'm very slowly losing my mind. So, dear reader, if I should have any, I don't know what else to say. Death and taxes.

and when it is my turn...

I will have a headstone that reads "So long. And thanks for all the fish."

Not a happy Disney tale

I had a rabbit for my first pet. A liitle white and brown dwarf rabbit named Skipper. My brother had a big fat grey french lop, his hame was Thumper. Needless to say, Thumper got his thump on with Skipper. One winter morning., I went outside to Skipper's hutch and she was dead. Little bunnies baby tried to come out feet first. That was my first brush with death, and a small reason why I never wanted to get pregnant.

Music Monday : Crash Kings

Damn, this really makes me what to see Crash Kings live. Wonder what their tour schedule looks like. (will do some googles later.) Makes me glad my name isn't Jenny, really.

For your listening pleasure, not dark & twisty (a departure from the death rant) I bring you Crash Kings... You Want Me

Another Story

So, my Dad died in 2004. I think around April 11. Hard to remember the exact day, but I remember the 3am phone call from my brother. I remember driving up the 15 to my Mom's house in the dark. Most of all, I remember that Blink 182's song "Miss You" was playing on the radio. Those guys went to my high school. I actually have a great Tom story (that I won't share.) And because of this moment, the band, the song, everything was ruined for me. I can't even listen to them anymore - because my Dad died.
It took me three days to cry; we were sitting around a round table for dinner (Mom, Brother, Husband, Me) and something got us laughing pretty hard, the next thing I know, it turned to tears. It's been almost seven years now. I wish I could remember what got us laughing in the first place.