Friday, October 31, 2008

The Dole Drums

Libby, Libby, Libby, go back to Kansas. Go run for the Senate in Kansas where you have lived since 1975.
Mostly she is a D.C. political animal. GO AWAY.

Libby Dole is from Salisbury but hasn't lived there since the fifties the 1950's. She is from Kansas or D.C. for that matter. She has nothing to do with N.C. She is an impostor, a carpet bagger, a power monger at our expense. Boot this lying politician out of our state now.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

furniiituurrre market

gggo to high point, drive around, go to loading dock, unload bass, leave bass on giant indoor dock, hope the people "watching it" are cool, drive around and find parking place, walk a long way back to dock, take bass and stuff to the giant elevator, wait a long time, ride upstairs, schlep bass and all through very busy kitchen and dining room to little stage, find out you have one quarter of stage to put the trio on, get set up just so, crazy event planner tells you what to do over and over, event planner tells us what to do some more, the event planner is still telling us the same thing, maybe this is harder then it seems, event planner is still explaining when there is a drum roll, play some tunes, event planner comes and tells us not to stop between songs, event planner is circling finger, set ends, go find place where there is supposed to be some food, no food, event planner comes in and explains with more detail on how to play drum rolls, walk on music and make announcements, leader finally tells her to stop, event planner says I'm just trying to make sure everything goes just right, I don't want to get an attitude, bass player asks are you sure?, event planner gets mad and leaves us alone, sit on stage for an hour or more and listen to stories about ceo's. play drum rolls and walk ons, gig ends, carry everything to giant elevator, back to loading dock, walk to cars, back to dock, load up go home. total time 7 hours.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

L.I.Z.A.


It was a beautiful day. Perfect fall. Clear, temperate and sparkly. I took my 4 year old, Liza, to Reynolda Gardens .
She ran all over the place. It's great; fountains, flowers, big fields, trees, a giant house.
We paled up with another family with a 4 and a 2 year old. They had some balls, so we threw balls around. Liza likes to throw the ball in the air as hard as she can and fall down pretending that her monstrous throw knocked her down. The mom asked "how old is she, Three? I said  no, four, she's small. The mom asks Liza  "What's your name?" No answer.
Liza is spouting off some stuff about Thomas The Train. The mom asks again. No answer.  I can see the wheels in the playground mom's brain: small, won't say her name.....
Then Liza turns around  spells her name to the mom: It's L.I Z.A.  I said, well she spelled it for you at least. She said spelling is good.  Kids.