Want to know another reason why life is unfair? Need more reasons other than:
-I still live in a subdivision
- don't know how long it will be until we can pack it in and retreat to the sticks
-my hair isn't growing in pink, no matter how often I dye it
I'll tell you why the world is unfair. Because this person, this absolute anti-hick, this person who sucks up more of the planet's resources than most African nations, this clueless waste of breathing space, whose name shall remain unspoken here, has made a recording. It contains her voice which I'm sure many engineers, possibly, like, twenty, had to spend weeks hunched over a ProTools station chopping up her vocals and pitch correcting, possibly upwards of fifty takes on every track just to get enough individual syllables to string together into words in order to make songs, and hey, at least these guys had some income for a while, even if it meant aural torture...I said "aural" not "Oral"...
...while other people who have talent are still trying to make a living independently by making a good record and selling it.
Like this young woman. Her name is Sarah McCully. Look at the website.
She's incredibly talented, has put the work in, writes, and is naturally beautiful. And isn't an attention grabbing cow.
Please don't give in to the plastic nasty!!!
I always said that if I got a tattoo, it would be either a ring under my wedding band, or my horse. Now that I don't have my gorgeous red horse anymore, I feel even more like I want him on my skin. I'd put it on the inside of my left forearm, where I could see it. It would be a pose like this:because he was so magnificent when he was running, with his neck arched and his tail flagging out behind him.
Problem is, I don't know how I feel about tattoos yet. I like them on other people. I like the idea of something meaning so much to a person that it could be worn permanently on the body.
I'm a little freaked out that it's permanent! You know, marriage, kids, baptism...I'm cool with all of that, but a tattoo!!!
And Jethro is kind of grossed out by it. He spend too many years doing live sound in bars, setting up the board while the afternoon strippers were clearing out. He saw some nasty tattoo/stretch mark combinations.
But, speaking of tattoos...
He fronts a band called A Fire Inside, more commonly known as AFI. He has his entire right arm tattooed with scenes from Tim Burton's A Nightmare Before Christmas. I mean, he may be waxing his eyebrows and getting manicures but he's got Jack Skellington on his arm. Instantly I think he's cool.
Plus he's a wicked vocalist. I'll be reviewing his latest effort one of these days on My Other Blog.
Speaking of manicures...I was on my son's case because he hadn't cut his fingernails in a long time. This led to me accusing him of having "girl fingernails" which I know is kind of mean, but then this led somehow to me telling him that if he cut his nails I'd paint them black for him like various punkish rock type stars.
It worked. Can you believe it? I painted our toenails and fingernails black.
(I really hope that this hand gesture doesn't mean something dirty. I'm assuming it's a variation on the old throwin the horns. If it means something else, could you please be so kind as to inform me???)
It matches the little guitar that I play. We're totally ready to rock now.
My horse, again. I can't get over the attitude shift at the farm. Things are really different without the equine rock star. Two mares together are a whole other vibe. They don't care to show off. Just pet them nicely and let them go eat. It's very calm and quite comforting. Hassle free. But I miss the arrogance.
I'll just have to console myself with rock stars. And my black fingernails.