Thursday, August 05, 2004

This alligator moved out of the upper Trinity River into a Lewisville Lake Environmental Learning Area Wetland and never even announced his arrival to the local newspaper. Smart feller.

Monday, July 19, 2004

lap steel...not in the lap
 

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

In case you might be unsure

Monday, April 26, 2004

the annual crawfish fest happened anyway Friday night.
with some guests arriving at the same time the tornado was supposed to.
We all stood under the tarps looking for the tornadoes. Drinking, smoking, eatin food, and occasionally pushing up the tarps to divert the rain off the ends.
Then the front deck jam moved inside to the living room. All star cast. OK, maybe that's a stretch.
Cliff Temple, Curtis, Laura, me, Jeffrey Barnes (with an interesting assortment of instruments), Paul Slavens (on things other than piano). Also of note. David Card of Poor David's was part of the overnight audience. We quit playing before the whiskey was gone, and before sunup (but not by much).
A most memorable party.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

dog-leg

i once had a little dog named trotter
but i liked to affectionately call him dog-leg
then he ran away one day and a big dog ate off one of his legs
and he became a three-legged dog
tho' i meant no harm
i started thinking about curses and things.

Monday, March 29, 2004

once there was a piano....

and then it was fixed. the hammer. the broken off piece of hammer lodged in the wrong place. the plug. and all was well. except for one thing. the fairy prince (well, that's getting a little thick for this tale), ahem, the ceezembogulatorspliferadoodleboink was not around to tickle the ivories. or plastics as it may be. but. nonetheless. the piano was fixed. sittin in the schmand-trailer all happy and waiting. for school to end. or something to give. or something else. i'm not sure.
while the trio plus one plays a dress rehearsal of gynecologist music in the other room. and i think of vienna.
sausage. no, not really. something different. like gynecologist convention jokes. kinda like fart jokes. only different.

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

with all due respect to Stacy (and visions of glitter and vinyl) I must submit the anti-glam guitar.
that being said, i must admit that i want one.