Christmas Eve

Last night while the house was filled to the window-edges with people shouting over Elf, Dad and I hung out upstairs watching Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa songs on Youtube.



Got a text from Spencer at 1am. . . Sardines in Cedar Lodge. . . too tired. Signs of aging?

Good lunch with Cliff. Basically spaced on trying to get in touch with most other folks I planned on. Still need to figure out a christmas-ready set for Sunday. And all that.

Arguments with myself and another:

Point.

Counterpoint?



musical note: dig the new jam up until the spell-out-the-lyrics bit. which seems a bit, well, lame.

So you're aware of pending sorts of posts. .

Coming soon to a Graham's blog near you: My Year in Lists.

For now, My Year in Lists.

Fit in the ground like hand in glove.

After the mammoth blog fun of trips and setlists, let's have two videos you can just, you know, watch.

NW Hop Hip. Just audio.



I can't get enough of this one, really.