Great Covers, Bengals In Need and Bubbles...
How is everyone this day after Christmas? I know Val is sick, poor dear, and many of us are DONE with chocolate. We are doing FOG tonight. Creepy, dark, spooky fog filled with Things...And it is 40 degrees. Let's get some perspective on that. It was -17 last week, so we are 57 degrees warmer.
That's like the difference between 50 and 107. Wacky place to live, I tell you. Who ever did hear of 40 in December here? No one, of course, is bothering with coats.
Nadine who found the scared Bengal at a rescue group adoption drive in a pet shop in AZ has hooked Janet and myself up with the rescue people who have him. All we know so far is he is very scared, was abandoned in a home foreclosure, not yet neutered (PEOPLE!!!) and may be an F3, we are waiting to hear back from them. At least he is safe now, and we will find him his home.
Oh yes. We will.
I got to hear the new cd by The Endless today, Somniloquy (a really cool word meaning "Talking in your sleep") and it's lovely, as their cd's always are, but what blew me away was the cover of After The Gold Rush.
One of my pet peeves with people covering songs, is when they re-do the original. Hello? It was already done, and done well, if you care enough to cover it, that way. Make it your own. DO something with the song that is your very own version of it, your interpretation. No one needs to hear the same version again, and it will not be as good. Just because the original went here, here and here, does not mean yours needs to.
Go play in a cover band. (and I am not dissing that, at all, work is work)
But if you want to make some art, make it your own song. Show the world your dream. And that's what they have done with After the Gold Rush. It's perfect. Wonderful. And it makes me happy. May cover it. (Wait. Belay that.) Adriana, way to go. Surely music to dream by. Listen to it Fiends, I am not wrong on this.
(Adriana is a Fiend here sometimes, not Adriandalen, or Adri, but Adriana)
And finally, kind of a fun picture, with a story with it.
When Boss re-modeled the bathroom, he put in the biggest tub-spa ever, complete with jets. When he took his first bath, he popped in some bubbles, and turned on the jets and buried himself, and later, told me the story and warned me.
Silly Boss, over reacts, exaggerates, these writers, I thought, as I went for my first bath, complete with bubbles and jets.
And it isn't all that easy to turn them OFF. I screamed for him and said something like "Help help!", and he, at the door, said, "You are in the bath, I am not coming in" and I replied, "No Worries, I am buried and decent!"
When AFP and the Danger Ensemble came for a couple days, Amanda and Tora decided to try out the spa.
(as anyone who has ever shared a dressing room, van or tour bus with a band or theatrical group knows, you get close to your people, and ooh-la-la is the farthest thing from your mind, it simply ceases to matter. I know my Fiends understand this. 'Nuff said.)
Well, Neil warned Amanda, and she warned Tora about exactly WHAT could happen bubble-wise, but Tora, (being a girl after my own heart) decided to heck with it, let's just see what will happen.....
(Photo by Kat Cornwell, another of the merry band)
Love and Bubbles,