My dear Trick-or-Treaters, I must share an extraordinary experience that occurred just last night, the 2nd of November (All Souls’ Day/Dia de los Muertos). I share because this will eventually concern you with the “food” you give your ears.
The Muse decided to crack open my skull and pour in a new melody last night. The first part of the melody came right out through my fingers without needing any adjusting. I couldn’t believe how smoothly everything glided out. Like ribbons of silky cream. Well, thicker. Like soft-serve.
Sigh. What a beautiful month it has been. Whenever October comes, I make a point to devour it as completely as I can. “Lick the plate clean” …
… like I do at one of my favorite restaurants, Zov’s (in Tustin on 17th, right off the 55). They have a calamari appetizer that sends my brain to far-off places. It’s not fried like most calamari dishes are. Rather, it comes swimming in this sauce. Oh, this sauce. Thanks to the mopping power of their chewy rolls, we send the dish back completely wiped clean and dry.
I can’t believe it was a year ago that I had finished recording my “A Broom With A View” CD and was waiting for its printing, to get ready for sale by September 21st. It’s amazing to me how everything was finished in time for Halloween – tracking vocals, strings, keyboards, Jamie’s guitar and bass, Brian’s cello, Micah’s drums, Molly’s meows.
I realize my “Bloggy Monster” here reaches a worldwide audience, so to my dear Trick-or-Treaters in lands foreign to mine, I hope you’ll still enjoy reading as I take a moment to commemorate my nation’s independence day this past week.
I want to say thank you. THANK YOU, my dear, darling Trick-or-Treaters. I have received such nice emails from many of you, and I appreciate your kind words and your support.
Some of you have asked me how you can help spread the word of my Halloween Carols. I’m delighted and grateful! Because I’m my own record label – Vörswell Music – I need to sell pumpkin heaps of CDs (and/or get my songs licensed for TV or film … oooh la la!) before I can record my next CD.
As promised, I will commence this blog entry using effulgently descriptive language over the culinary matter of a trifle. No, not a trifling matter. A trifle. My special Birthday Trifle. Glorious, rich, heady, painfully delicious Birthday Trifle.
I’m currently cringing because I’m watching the Olympic women’s downhill skiing. Eeeeesh. It’s funny – I watch it, hoping to enjoy it … and I do … mostly … but ai yai yai, sometimes I just cringe and feel so sad for those who are bombing out.
I almost turned into a one-eyed Corpse Bride a few days ago. Well, at least it felt like that. But I have since learned that hydrogen peroxide will not melt one’s eyes out.
I woke up and was getting ready to go out for a run. I wasn’t completely awake, and while putting my contact lenses in, instead of reaching for the saline solution, I reached for the hydrogen peroxide cleaning solution. Once my left contact reached my eye, I knew immediately what I had done. And I heard a terrible sizzling sound.