GRUMPY OLD MAN, LIGHTNING AND ONE TIRED MOOSE

Last night I went to see Labrynth with Emma-Lee. She grew up raised on the milk of muppetry by wizards in tight pants (too tight Mr. Bowie, too tight). I enjoyed the visual effects enough to almost ignore Jennifer Connelly’s eager delivery, but it’s impossible to not notice David Bowie’s package as the audience sniggered every time he was on screen. Some of the illusions and effects reminded me of Cocteau’s Beauty And The Beast.

Last week I was getting off the street car and an old man next me got his arm trapped in the door. I stepped towards him to pry him the closed doors open, but he managed to tear his arm out. I was going to ask him how he was, but he let out a long line of expletives “God damn, f—–g a—–e, mother….” So I walked away from the friggin crazy old bird.

Are you nervous about freak lightning strikes now?

This morning we rushed out of bed (woke up a little late for K. – 6:30) so I cranked up the radio and heard this story about some kids suspected of chasing a moose on their bikes until it ran to utter exhaustion and was found lying on the ground. The authorities put it out of it’s misery. When questioned, the boys denied taunting the moose claiming that they had been vandalizing a church at the time… 

Picked up Local Girls by Alice Hoffman and went to work which is where I am now listening to rough mixes and drinking some Earl Grey. 

I was contacted a while by this amazing singer in England and though the project didn’t pan out for me it did set in motion the idea of how much I’d like to go to England to work – even if for just a little while. So I’m sending that energy out right now.