family style

all the folks from d/fw and beyond... love and happy holidays and everything ;)















and here's will's holidaze greetings from his studio:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuLM9eLLDfs

...and one from a long time ago, fdr, great-uncle jimmy allred and lbj hangin and smilin... i just found this on someone else's myspace page, man you have to go far to come across a family photo these days.

everybody in the place get wil'

"lord have mercy...
i know that you like my style
i know that you like my style
gonna drop it on your a** right now
everybody in the place get wild
[so what you sayin']
what's up, what's up with you girl
what's up, what's up with you girl
what's up, what's up with you boy
what's up, what's up with you boy"

       justin timberlake, my style



o yea. ba-da-ba-da-ba-da...

unstrung

talked to aaron tonight. its as cold here as it is in nyc. thats just mean.

he went to see a movie tonight, about pat martino's life. aside from being arguably one of the best living jazz guitarists, what a story! what a life.



here he hammers it with john scofield:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2RRUVAD9Mc



amazing, to live. and esp, survive.

in a nutshell

the benefit over at ruta maya was packed, the gourds were total mayhem. bad. ass.

and here, molly ivins nails down, a long time ago in a column (her first as co-editor, i totally just ripped off the observer website) my sentimentals exactly (altho she neglects to reference the terrible machismo, but implies it anyway, and that: there is no mercy at all in texas): go here:

http://www.texasobserver.org/molly_archive/hello.html

goin home

such as it is. at randall's in westlake this am there was a massive cuppa very bold coffee and super good stories about life and music. you do what you can.



and so it goes... thinking i should just BE coffee, easier that way. could cut back on my drinkin.



went for a walk today in the warmth, in a rash of birds. what is going on? this place is overrun with birds. there was a guy directing traffic in orange, and some chicks talking tough on the corner, and more or less, it was all good.

and soon, other things.

so

i miss my dog and that's it: he's been advising me to move on. knowwhatimean? so. im gonna have to. shep doesnt do halfway:


how long have i been dead?

um. almost a year, shep.

ok then. you see what i mean.

no. what?

its been almost a year jenn.

right.

and, so..

so?

so its time. to move on. and stop being an idiot.

y'now, shep, you never did much understand about being human.

o yeah i did, i watched very carefully, and i dont even have to, im a dog, remember, we just get these things.

what things?

oh, how you guys hold on to shit and make it last all out and drag it along like something nasty on your shoe. you just gum up the works totally, and slow things down, and take too long.

whatever.

now. i know youre ready, i can feel it.

shut up, shep.

im serious. better go buy new food. and a collar. and this time, --

dont say it.

ok, but do it. and DONT wait.

shep! shut UP! change the subject.

omg, i can totally tell youre excited. that's nice, jenn. that's nice.

hows about them...uh, lakers, huh?

uh-hunh.


cant a body get any peace? ;) anyway, super nice sunset tonight.

bread and roses

there's a cloudsky today. i like a good cloudsky. easier to be inward if you need to be.

driving back from houston it was raining. there were stretches of no cars on the highway, just landscape and some cows and a good-lookin barn or two. those stretches are what i go lookin for, when its just you and the landscape and between the two you get some problem-solving in.

like, when will i feel like im there? how will art ever survive in the morass of ignorance in commerce? did they discontinue good n plenty candy or what? and, why? it's so good. among the million other more private and serious landscape-worthy agendas, all fueled by that beautiful global conglomerate coffee, in a short cup with an extra shot.

here's december which is fine but i am not up to stomaching the usual drone of overplayed carols and whatnot. on thanksgiving i fasted-- it was my antidote and i was quiet to listen for a real feeling of thanksgiving, which came after i'd gone to bed and in the dark the feeling came, and i felt peaceful for the first time in a long one.

ive been reading books that have been given to me or left on my bookshelf by visitors. the witch of portobello by paolo coelho, firebrand by marion zimmer bradley. a rash of novels which i never read but it's been good. ive had to spend time in bed so it's helped.

there's gecko which has turned into a monster living at my front door. he hangs out on the wall whenever i go out and slips back behind the jam if he gets nervous. i didnt know they could get so big.