Yes, I know that “flappy” is not a word, but I want it to be, and that’s one reason I love writing music and lyrics … NO RULES. Of course there are “rules” in music composition and English grammar, but sometimes rules need to be broken … intelligently … to wrangle one’s art as one’s vision guides.
So … “Flappy Bat” … it’s just fun to say out loud. Try it! Flappy bat. Flappy bat.
Oooooooh, it always makes me so happy to arrive in October. *sigh* We made it. We made it through the long, hot summer months and now we get to revel in this beautiful season. My nose, eyeballs, and heart are swimming in the wonderful smells, visions, and feelings.
Crazy. That’s what I was over the last few days. Why, you ask? Well, it was voluntary craziness, but that’s simply what you do to help out friends. That’s what friends do for me, and that’s what I do for friends.
I recently had an out-of-belly experience. Food poisoning. My first case of it. Oh, I hope, hope, hope it’s my last. What torture. My traumatized tummy did not want anything in it for a couple of days. And then it said to me, “You know, you ought to put a little something in me. I trust you.” Yes, I have such a nice, understanding belly.
Hello, my dear Trick-or-Treaters! I can’t believe that June is half over, but I’m happy to report that my new, full-length CD for this Halloween is really starting to come together and sparkle (these last few days, I’ve been so excited and dancing around to my new Samhain song, which I just added drums to with the help of the talented Micah Anderson). More on all that in a paragraph or two, but right now I’ll come to the main point of this blog …
My bicycle – Bianca, She-Goblin of Might – and I just returned from an evening ride through the cemetery and while there, we happened upon a really neat thing. A family was gathered around a grave, singing, of all things … “Happy Birthday.”
(Now, this was a non-incident bike ride, not a wasp-inside-sports-bra-biting-left-breast-crash-incident. For more details on that harrowing episode, let me refer you to my blog from last August entitled, “The Lore of Mountain Bike Gore.”)
Hey! I just thought of a competition for the Halloween Olympics! The Decapithon! I think only zombies and skeletons could compete. So don’t sign up unless you are one of those. And no, being tired or not eating enough doesn’t count.
I almost qualified as a zombie these past two weeks. Well, kind of a cowgirl-zombie-thing. I’ll explain. It starts with a “HEE-YAW!!!” That’s the sound of my trying to make my pipe organ software work for me. I have been a metaphorical whip-wielder.