Pretty Sure Hef Co-Wrote These Lyrics

I didn't realize until Grif was born that I do not know many nursery rhymes or at least, the correct words to many nursery rhymes.

Witness:
Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a Mocking Bird (Okay, you're with me there right? Well, read on...)
And if that Mocking Bird won't sing, Momma's gonna buy you a Diamond Ring (Still okay...)
And if that Diamond Ring won't shine, Momma's gonna buy you a New Cheese Rind? (Wheels falling off...)
And if that Cheese Rind starts to smell, Momma's gonna buy you a Bucket and a Well? (Anxiety starting about rhyming off the cuff...)
And if that Bucket and Well runs dry, Momma's gonna buy you an Apple Pie?

Let's just say from there the list of things Momma got him included a Dog named Rover, a Four Leaf Clover, a Washing Machine, a Playboy Magazine, a Date with a Model, and also some imaginary things that I can't remember anymore.

Yikes Griffin, yikes.

Snifffff, Ah That's Much Better

So those 2 people who regularly read this site may notice that I've made a few changes to my template today. What do you think of the new design? I was feeling a little verklempt with my old choices and the glory of blogspot is you can change them any old time you want. Glory! Can I get an Amen? Not both of you at once, it gets loud in here. Thank you.

Now that winter has again returned to the Northeast, my office is now registering a temperature somewhere between "Lava" and "Broiler Room". Which doesn't do a whole lot for my attitude problem. There's a meeting this morning?! You mean now?! Like, you want me to actually walk down the hall for it?! You must be out of your mind, man!

Working on that one.

Oh, did I tell you we saw the Black Crowes in concert last week? It was a pretty amazing show actually. I really enjoy on a cosmic level the song Soul Singing.

Home bound
Tired of tired of running town to town
Tired of my heart
turned upside down
Now my lifes a smile not a frown
The sound

The incredible thing about it live is the new voice the song takes on. Maybe its that Chris Robinson is in a different place in his life right now. Or that the band altogether has moved into a new phase of their creative genius. Whatever it was, it was thrilling to watch and hear. Glad we made the trip up to BFE 175th Street to see it.

Oh crap, the meeting.

Marathons are for Music

Saw an incredible Jazz concert at Lincoln Center on Saturday. It was a truly unique spin on the regular show by having backdrops of Picasso, Monet, Pollock, Matisse, Van Gogh, and Dali scrolling, with permission from MOMA, set to music written by Ted Nash. I loved every minute of it! My fav's were Dali and Matisse.

I won't pretend to know very much of anything about art. As a matter of fact, I don't really tend to enjoy Modern Art period. But I left this concert feeling like I knew more about the artists by listening to their Jazz accompaniment. (Is that even a word?) You know what I mean. Counterpart then. I am convinced Mr. Nash is brilliant and people will talk about him for years and years. At least I hope they will, and when they do, I'll say, "Hey, I went to an amazing concert of his!" Because that's really cool.

On another note, I ran in the Al Gordon Snowflake 4M on Saturday and let me tell you, 4 miles is a LONG WAY away from the start line. Too long. But I did feel really good afterwards, after the nausea left and I could move my legs again, that is. Isn't the name funny? Al Gordon. Like you're saying it and thinking, 'am I saying Al Gore?' But you're not. You clip it off with the -don.

And so then I'm thinking, who in their right mind would run 22 more miles after this amount of running at one time? I think we should just be glad that the guy from Greece did it the one time, and move on. I mean give him some respect, he died for crying out loud after he finished! Nothing like millions of people repeating his run over and over only to be perfectly healthy and congratulated afterward, for him to feel truly appreciated. Thanks a lot, too bad you're dead!