One year has passed since you were taken from us.
Sometimes it feels like you have been gone forever. Sometimes it feels like I just saw you yesterday.

I think about you every day.



Always,
Gregg

Rod Stewart was cool in the '70s, ya know. A badass, even. He didn't always suck.






I remember being a kid in the summertime during the '70s, it was wonderful. I would leave the house at about 8am and not return until dinner. You and your friends would walk along the railroad tracks kicking bottles and crushing cans. Then it was off to go shoot hoops at the YMCA and ride to Blue Boy to chow down on those awesome frozen icee thingies. Then it was off to the field behind the Boys Home for a rousing afternoon of kite fighting. We would ride our bikes everywhere, it was unheard of for anybody to be dropped off by their parents. I did not know one obese kid, we were all thin as rails and happy as clams.

Those were the days.

I think I would have made a pretty good assassin.


Current listening:

M WARD - END OF AMNESIA


PINK FLOYD - MEDDLE


SUN KIL MOON - TINY CITIES


METRIC - OLD WORLD UNDERGROUND, WHERE ARE YOU NOW?



I had a Butterfinger today for the first time in about 8 years. I think it'll be about another 13-14 before the next one...

I think you understand being 17 a lot more when you're 35. - Craig Finn

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Walk on down the hill
Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged

Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we make

Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged

Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me

There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you


Ray Lamontagne - Empty

Went to lunch today in the cafeteria that resides in my building at work. I was standing in the soup line, and I noticed the sign for the Soup Of The Week. The title of the sign reads SOUP OF THE WEEK - CHICKEN CHILI. Under the title there is the obligatory picture of a generic bowl of soup. Under the soup pic there is a disclaimer that reads THIS IS NOT A VEGETARIAN SOUP. What this tells me is that the staff grew tired of fielding the question IS THAT THERE CHICKEN CHILI SOUP VEGETARIAN?

I weep for this nation.

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop

Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again

From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And I'm pushin' on the door

Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again

There you go
Standin' with the look of avarice
Talkin' to Huddie Ledbetter
Showin' pictures on the wall
Whisperin' in the hall
And pointin' a finger at me

There you go, there you go
Standin' in the sun darlin'
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before
There you go

Takin' good care of your boy
Seein' that he's got clean clothes
Puttin' on his little red shoes
I see you know he's got clean clothes

A-puttin' on his little red shoes
A-pointin' a finger at me
And here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best

Lookin' straight at you
Comin' through, darlin'
Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop

Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again

In another world, darlin
In another world
In another time
Got a home on high

Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world
I'm nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high
In another land
So far away
So far away

Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place

Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
We are goin' up to heaven
We are goin' to heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
In another face

Van Morrison - Astral Weeks

PITCHERS AND CATCHERS!!!

We're gonna need a bigger clubhouse spread.

Veruca Salt should get back together.

To all of the women on SG who I adore: Happy Valentine's Day.

Here's some V-Day cuteness for you:

Hi, everybody! I'm Hillary Clinton, and I just got my ASS KICKED!