i love the way he sings.

…and prolly i’ll say it again, but there are 2 reasons why i love country music:

1) the men are always sorry
2) and the women are always leaving

Oh, Ellen Aim & the Attackers, you were always so underrated.

OK, OK, now I know you’re going to want to hear “I Can Dream About You.”

Nighty-night!

xo

wm

OK, i gotta go, Friday Night Lights is on.

— wm

i regret to inform you this morning that the great, sexy, sassy singer Ms. Lena Horne has passed.

“this next one… is the first song… on our new album, which just came out this week! it’s called surrender.” — robin zander

did you know that the first concert i ever saw was Cheap Trick opening for Kiss? that was in Portland. i was 12. my mom let me do whatever i wanted. that was good by me, because i had a lot of friends and a lot of plans.

steve’s first concert was Cheap Trick in Iowa City, when he was 14.

steve: “Doesn’t Rick Nielsen look like Barney Fife here?” (yes.)

no wonder we get along so good, it’s kismet. kissmet!

“When I woke up, Mom and Dad were rolling on the couch
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out”

our kids can relate to the whole “mommy’s alright/daddy’s alright/they just seem a little weird” part.

“Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes ’round/They sing ‘I’m in love. What’s that song?/I’m in love with that song.'” — the Replacements

http://youtu.be/6RYQ8Y-ObMw

yeah, yeah, yeah, there goes my youth. again.

Steve, on the biggest assholes he ever did sound for: “The Replacements. No, the Del Fuegos! No, they were both assholes, it’s a tie.”

The nicest guys? “The bigger the star, the more gracious the are. Billy Bragg — super-nice guy. Nicest bloke you could ever meet. I asked him, ‘What do you want in the monitors?’ he says, ‘Just the vocals, mate!'” And all the Chicago blues guys — Willie Dixon, Koko Taylor… all good. You know, Al Collins was just always nice, Clarence Gatemouth Brown, Taj Mahal, John Lee Hooker…”

You know what I want? I want to say a big f.u. to politics and I want to write again. Really write — here, and fiction, too. I’d like for someone to publish my damn book, cuz it’s good. It’s the story of a girl, and there’s a lot of suicide, not by the girl, and art, some by the girl, and some by other people, and funny situations.

“Well, that was just a situation.” — my Dear Granny, when she didn’t want to give up details

It’s not chick lit, but you’d like it anyway, ha. I want to finish my Dear Granny’s cookbook, too. I want to concentrate on my kids, and my students, my library work and the flowers and vegetables in my garden. I want to plant some asparagus and a kiwi vine at the new place.

And I want my husband getting back to music. He hasn’t played sax in I don’t even know how long. We’ll have space for a studio for him, at the new house. The piano can go in there. And we’ll have a library/studio for me. Also an office for both of us to share. And the new kitchen? Righteous. So we can cook up all the vegetables we grow in the garden.

“plant a little garden/eat a lot of peaches/try and find jesus/on your own.” — John Prine

happy first day of spring, y’all. here’s to some goodness for all of us, and some art, in the new season.

— wm