BOYCOTT BP

There really isn't a whole lot else to say.

BOYCOTT THE PIG FUCKERS AT BP!

Much-Needed Input

So I was playing guitar for my 4-year-old boys before bed the other night, and I was messing around with a very simple pick pattern in B-flat (new song). A couple of strings stay open and ring through the changes, and it gives (to me, anyway) an impression of space, or expanse.

The kids asked me why I wasn't singing it, and I explained that I hadn't written any lyrics yet. They then asked what the song was called, and I explained that I didn't have a title yet either. They continued to ask, and I said (somewhat shortly), "I don't know yet. Why don't you guys come up with a title?" They both got quiet, and Max tilted his head to one side and answered, "Day on the Water." Will actually started shyly singing something that was more or less in time and more or less in tune.

We play guitar and piano quite a bit, and they always sing along, but I have to admit that it's pretty amazing and fulfilling to me that they're already participating in the songwriting process. "Day on the Water" is really the name of the song, and if I can can figure out what's going through Will's head, I'll try to incorporate it as lyrics.

Of course, Will later tried to re-title the song "Circle in the Wind That Breaks into Someone's House and Steals Their T.V.," but I think he was just kidding.

much peace,
tjb

Resignation and a Little Hope

Ugh. Kids. Catholic school. Guilt, shame, and anti-intellectual worship of the supernatural. Frightening and depressing simultaneously. I hope someday the three of us can raise a glass to the death of God. Until then, it's half-truths and mythology.