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We are headed out on a mystery trip tomorrow, so Paisley is getting all her hair done, and drinking coffee in anticipation!

The last two weeks have kicked my ass. They knocked me down in the street and left me with oozy hollow sores where my front teeth were. I got through them. So they did not beat me…take THAT you stupid last couple of weeks.

I am left in one of those grey areas. G-4. I am writing this while playing Bingo with my five year old. What did we do before the multi-task? I just finished scrubbing the kitchen floor while helping with homework. Kindergarten homework should not be so confusing. Should I be readily be giving you that information? I don’t know. I feel like I just came up for air after doing a drunken cannonball into a 3 foot pool.

Curtis Eller, New York’s Angriest Bango Player.

I discovered this before my foundations got shaken. I thought to myself, “HEY, I like Abraham Lincoln and I like the Banjo, there is no way this could be a bad deal.” Then I went to I-tunes and bought everything Mr. Eller has done. Luckily, it does not break the bank so you should take yourself online and buy everything RIGHT now. None of it will disappoint you.

Banjo players can be alot like a cook with cilantro. Use it responsibly and it will be great. Use the cilantro in everything because you are a weirdo hippie with no tastebuds and gross. Everything will taste like soap. Maybe cilantro is nothing like the banjo. Who knows? Not me! G-1!

Look at that high-kick! I love it! This man sings right out of my favorite era and then throws some Elvis Presley in there! Sheesh! Do yourself a favor. I am thinking next he might sing an ode to Dee Snider. A girl can always dream!!!

Click right here to go on to Curtis Eller’s website and buy yourself some delightful banjo music.

This is my brother Josh from yesterday. My brother Josh is a much better person than I. He is one of those dudes that will do anything for anyone. Even Tom Petty. For a mere 50 or 60 bucks. He has most excellent taste in music, too. Except he does like Tom Waits. But don’t hold that against him.

Hope you enjoy!

T. Rex T. Rex T. Rex.

I love  Marc Bolan. He was so tiny and had so much fashion-sense and was probably some fancy alien species. Of the sequined variety. My favorite thing to listen to while baking is T. Rex. Perfect for dancing and cooking and washing dishes. I suggest you try it. I wonder if Marc ever baked. Hmmm…If I had a time machine the first place I would travel to would be to see Marc Bolan’s closet. Imagine all those crazy blazers hanging in one place. ♥♥♥

If you can listen to that without dancing around in your chair, you probably have your computer on mute. That, is some of the greatest music of our time AND those are some of the best pink pants of our time. I believe that if I only owned some pink pants like that, I could totally learn to play electric guitar. I just need this guitar.

That is the guitar I would play T. Rex covers on. And dance. And I suggest that you do the same! Have a great day! Dance on!

It’s like a big cold tree.

And this is who you are.

And this is all you know.

You cannot keep your britches up.

And the Morton Salt Girl is singing with the band,

and your sister sleeps soundly, dreaming her

14 year-old dreams, and you decide,

she must wake up, and skip off

with you to steal flowers, and she does.

It’s like waking up on blue carpet, that

matches some your Grandma had

years ago.

And you can smell the cigarettes and whiskey and coke.

And you can hear the ice clinking and the lungs coughing.

You wake up, and there is a giant empty plastic half gallon.

Not half full, but all the way empty.

That bottle is a crystal palace, and if you drink enough, you can built a castle.

It’s like dying your hair with cleaning products and vodka,

And fishing coins out of the fountain.

It’s like refusing to wear your leather coat in the winter.

Just dragging that coat behind you, like a pet.

I miss that pet, it was always there.

Because a sleeveless shirt is enough to keep you warm

when you are surrounded by people you love.

Who love you.

Who like to laugh.

Who watch your back.

As long as you need.

It’s like the family on Earth extends beyond blood.

Beyond common sense.

And we all play and run around and spin.

Together.

With bruises and black eyes.

And spraypaint.

See you next time.

Let’s go with the apparent. Johnny Cash. Johnny Cash has that kind of voice. The kind that make you settle back with a fresh bottle of bourbon while settling back into some down pillows and ready to listen. He has that deep voice that you trust. If you cannot trust a deep voice, then you may as well get over it and admit to yourself you have issues.

I am not going to post a video or a link here. One reason, is because it has been a long, sad, trying day. Two, is because we all know what he sang, why he sang, and why we like to sing along.

I will be singing Johnny Cash in my head, because that has always gotten me through, and I kind of think that is why that Johnny Cash was put on our Earth. Over and out, Spaceship Earth…

I never really wanted to like Dire Straits. I never wanted to write tonight’s blog either. My dad’s best friend passed away early this morning. When I say, best friend, I mean, they even went to high school together. They also went on a 1960’s whim of a trip to LA together. This leaves a void in all of our hearts.

Dire Straits lyrics

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I remember the first Bose speakers I ever heard, were at his house. We drank Natural Lights and chainsmoked and listened to Dire Straits. I don’t remember when but at some point it linked in my brain. You don’t want to have to write these things after people leave. It seems so self-serving. Writers, eventually have to get it out. It isn’t that it makes you feel better, it is just that it you have no choice.

  He once bet my mom some money that he could quit smoking the next morning.  He was beyond tipsy and she agreed, knowing that he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Well, he did, and he never touched another one.  She couldn’t believe it, and then she had to quit, also.

I will miss the place where beers are “cold ones” and my name was always Smashley. I will be sad when this all sinks in. The music will live, music doesn’t go away and it can be all Cadillacs and Cold Ones all in our own heads.

 It is hard for me to think ahead and realize the absence that will loom over the Christmases, the vacations, the weddings…Nothing replaces that in life, and we should be grateful for every single second we get. This really isn’t a post about music. But things never really work out the way I plan them, anyway. David Letterman once asked Warren Zevon what he was going to do, after he was diagnosed with Mesothelioma. Warren told him he was going to “Enjoy every sandwich.” And I think that is what we all should do.