Musician Todd Snider is a funny man.
Here’s “The Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues.” Definitely Not Safe For Work, and if you’re in the right frame of mind you just might snort coffee out your nose.
Enjoy your day.
writer. screenwriter. learning person. loves being human.
Musician Todd Snider is a funny man.
Here’s “The Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues.” Definitely Not Safe For Work, and if you’re in the right frame of mind you just might snort coffee out your nose.
Enjoy your day.
He is a funny man. I watched another good one after this one.
My girlfriend said I might take her MacBook to my desk some mornings, if I like. This is the first morning I’ve tried it: a booksize rectangle of glowing screen is now tucked into the colored pencils, watercolors, dictionary, essays in progress and postcards I’ve been printing lately. And inside the glowing screen is this little rectangle with a man singing and jesting. What a hoot. He’s about the size of one of my drawings from a coffeehouse; it’s as if a figure I sketched got up and walked out of the drawing to sing a song…
I’ve been away into hard places. It’s nice to be home, sip my tea, and laugh at a song. Thanks.
Jennifer, glad you enjoyed it. What else did you watch?
Jean, I’ve been wondering where you’ve been. It’s good to see you here. I’m sorry for the hard places, and hope there will be lots more laughter for you today.
Prop 8 the Musical certainly added to the fun this morning!
This is excellent peace. I’m catching up this and that, and brewing a combo of drawing and paragraphs for a Christmas letter to send out to a dozen addresses or so.
Yesterday in another town I looked through over fifty Christmas letters sent to my mother over the years. I put them in a kind of order for her to read in her chair in her new room at an assisted living place. (So many ways to squeeze a heart: the maze of choices to put a parent in care exhausts…well look. I can’t even create a coherent sentence about it. But I might one day.) I used to make fun of the newsy/chatty tone of Christmas letters: the ratio of bright triumphs to sad defeats felt suspect for one thing. But I have to say, reading a bunch in one sitting is quite the window into the highs and lows of long lives. Stuff and events, one year and then another. Meaning happens along the way, too.
This one – Looking For a Job ; “step away from the job.. slowly.” I love it.
Hey Jean – I’ve wondered where you were too. Those are brutal choices – I’ve been there. Those letters sound great – maybe you could make a book out of them.
Jennifer D – “brutal” is the right word, isn’t it. It’s wedding brutal pragmatism to aching tenderness that sends me into a spin.
Watching “Looking For a Job” I wondered at first who that was putting on my tennis shoes! Then when he started painting on his van it reminded me of a time when I let a class of fourth graders paint their poems onto my old Toyota Tercel. (I told them I’d drive up into the hills on a rainy day and let their words and drawings wash into the landscape.)
Fun to see those folks fleeing their workplaces. I wonder what I would paint onto my truck this morning…TAKE A HIKE! perhaps. Or READ A BOOK WITH TEA.
Thanks for the vidLift. Todd Snyder is always in my road trip bag. I love to laugh with reminiscense (sp) as I sing along to “Alright Guy”.
Jean R, just finished reading a novel called “Deaf Sentence” which you may enjoy. Laugh and cry til we die, that’s the thing isn’t it?
Jean, my heart goes out to you and your mother and everyone involved. Such hard choices, and never completely “right” no matter what. I’ll be thinking of you both.
Jennifer, “Looking for a Job” was just what I needed today. How did you know? (grin).
Just a lucky guess I suppose….
Hey Callie–
Hey. I like indwelling books. Indwelling books is where it is aaaaaaaat, man. And horses without names. Make a million dollars.
Snort! The funny thing is, I lived in Chicago for 5 years and so I know to answer to Callie.
I’ll just be over here hanging my hair down in my eye and waiting for the payoff….