When Hiram was a little kid, his Grandma Lucke had a patch of records next to the stereo. The one that was out front was this one. Later Hiram dated a girl whose grandmother babysat Mr. Cash as a kid back in Arkansas. It’s a little early, but H’s grandma died right before Mr. Cash did and he’s been thinking of her tonight (along with anyone who has had to work very hard for a living and all those people Johnny had to dress in black for) so here’s some videos of Johnny for Edna Lucke and anyone else who loves a good country song ( I’ve never seen the movie and I don’t plan to–Johnny Cash does not exist to me as a movie star):
In a new personal and professional low, last night we opened for a dude reading poems about unicorns.
And while people talked, yelled, answered their phones, and all but threw cabbages at our heads during our set, unicorn dude got respectful silence.
DIDN’T THOSE PEOPLE KNOW THEY WERE SEEING A TOP TEN UNDERRATED BAND?
We forgot to mention that we did a session of Phoning It In last year. Now we feel bad.
Anyway, it’s four songs played over the phone (the radio station is based on the east coast). This is us with our friends Josh (banjo) and Adam (bass). The set is:
Good Morning, Bubblegum
In The Sky
After having some recessionary setbacks this week in our little family, Hiram and I have decided to start ending every sentence with “in these troubled economic times.” It’s the new “in bed” for our revolting Age.
With that in mind, some cheap fun: I’ve played Playbabble pretty much since it first came online. It’s free unless you want to spring for the deluxe version, $10 US, or the equivalent of a stick of gum and a kind word in Euros. It doesn’t even need to be one of the big ones like “love” or “please” — I’m guessing even “nice weather we’re having” will do in these troubled economic times.
Sometimes in the velvet gloaming
I like to gaze on unknown Romans
–Melissa, 2009 AD