A Random Blog
You know how sometimes music sounds really good? Just perfect. A song comes on and you just rock out. I’m feeling the vibes, man, and it’s all good. The Monkees. Yes, The Monkees. “Goin’ Down.” Is there a better song to bug out to? And Pretty Hate Machine. The whole album is brilliant. Robert Plant. Wow.
I think it’s because of the season. Music always sounds great in summer. It goes along with that sun, sand, ocean, fried clam, carousel mood set that I crave. Perhaps that’s why Pearl Jam’s “Big Wave” is stuck in my head, a song I don’t particularly like. But it’s stuck there.
There is absolutely no point to this blog. Just rambling. My mind doesn’t work right anymore. I can’t seem to focus or generate one original thought. So I’ve decided just to be for a while and see what happens.
I am, however, taking banjo lessons as a creative outlet. Chasing a toddler all day while thinking about what I have to do at work or the undone chores around my house is slowly driving me mad. As I can’t seem to find the wherewithal to write my own novels these days, I’ve been over-imbibing is music and pleasure reading. Not good. Too much selfish, creativity stifling activity. Thus, the banjo. Maybe I’ll learn how to play something else besides “Little Sadie” over and over and over again.
Anyhow, I’m taking lessons at a place in Cambridge that seems inspired by the movie “School of Rock.” Lots of energy and it’s conveniently located next to my favorite tavern, Atwood’s. A little bratwurst and Guinness after finger pickin’ – can’t go wrong!
Speaking of reading…I have read two great books recently besides, of course, Miss Spider’s Tea Party and Snuggly Wuggly. Lamb, by Christopher Moore, about Jesus’s life as told by his best friend, Bif, is hilarious and touching. It’s one of those books that resonates with the reader for weeks to follow.
And I just finished Kim Harrison’s For a Few Demons More. Cried my eyes out. The series is urban fantasy and not too deep but provides the perfect escape and if you tell me the Hollows isn’t real, I just won’t believe you. George R.R. Martin has me convinced that winter is coming and Diana Gabaldon’s Brianna is alive and a grandmother in Scotland, I’m sure, so Cincinnati must have a Hollows and the Turn take you if you offer me a tomato. Bunny ears, kiss, kiss.
I’ve gotten lost in the four previous Hollows books, but For a Few Demons More stands out for two reasons. One, it’s just really well-crafted. Character growth, story arcs, plot twists are all executed professionally. It’s a pleasure to witness Ms. Harrison’s growth as a writer. Two, Kisten. Tragic. Kisten has been living in my thoughts and night dreams for two full days now. I’m not sure what it says about me that I feel more for a fictional character than certain family members. I blame the author for being so good. Or bad, in this case.
White Teeth by Zadie Smith is on my nightstand. I’ll start as soon as I get over Kisten. My friend recommended the book and as she has great taste, I look forward to the tale.
Rambling done.
I think it’s because of the season. Music always sounds great in summer. It goes along with that sun, sand, ocean, fried clam, carousel mood set that I crave. Perhaps that’s why Pearl Jam’s “Big Wave” is stuck in my head, a song I don’t particularly like. But it’s stuck there.
There is absolutely no point to this blog. Just rambling. My mind doesn’t work right anymore. I can’t seem to focus or generate one original thought. So I’ve decided just to be for a while and see what happens.
I am, however, taking banjo lessons as a creative outlet. Chasing a toddler all day while thinking about what I have to do at work or the undone chores around my house is slowly driving me mad. As I can’t seem to find the wherewithal to write my own novels these days, I’ve been over-imbibing is music and pleasure reading. Not good. Too much selfish, creativity stifling activity. Thus, the banjo. Maybe I’ll learn how to play something else besides “Little Sadie” over and over and over again.
Anyhow, I’m taking lessons at a place in Cambridge that seems inspired by the movie “School of Rock.” Lots of energy and it’s conveniently located next to my favorite tavern, Atwood’s. A little bratwurst and Guinness after finger pickin’ – can’t go wrong!
Speaking of reading…I have read two great books recently besides, of course, Miss Spider’s Tea Party and Snuggly Wuggly. Lamb, by Christopher Moore, about Jesus’s life as told by his best friend, Bif, is hilarious and touching. It’s one of those books that resonates with the reader for weeks to follow.
And I just finished Kim Harrison’s For a Few Demons More. Cried my eyes out. The series is urban fantasy and not too deep but provides the perfect escape and if you tell me the Hollows isn’t real, I just won’t believe you. George R.R. Martin has me convinced that winter is coming and Diana Gabaldon’s Brianna is alive and a grandmother in Scotland, I’m sure, so Cincinnati must have a Hollows and the Turn take you if you offer me a tomato. Bunny ears, kiss, kiss.
I’ve gotten lost in the four previous Hollows books, but For a Few Demons More stands out for two reasons. One, it’s just really well-crafted. Character growth, story arcs, plot twists are all executed professionally. It’s a pleasure to witness Ms. Harrison’s growth as a writer. Two, Kisten. Tragic. Kisten has been living in my thoughts and night dreams for two full days now. I’m not sure what it says about me that I feel more for a fictional character than certain family members. I blame the author for being so good. Or bad, in this case.
White Teeth by Zadie Smith is on my nightstand. I’ll start as soon as I get over Kisten. My friend recommended the book and as she has great taste, I look forward to the tale.
Rambling done.
