Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The Needle EP

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You will find updates, news, audio, video, insights into our upcoming new EP, "The Needle EP."

Saturday, May 17, 2008

The Best Part of Having a Band (or Late Nights)

Last night we decided to throw a party. Band invites, plus the Hooper's and the Comb's (who couldn't make it) and a few others.

The lights finally went out around 2am. Of course the kids were up at 7am. Some spent the night, others left. It was lots of fun. Kids running around in the pasture until 11pm with their headlamp flashlights on, music blaring, good times, lots of laughing.

I like being the DJ at parties, mostly cuz, once I get tired, I can wind the whole thing down with the right selection of introspective, mellow, music. It works every time.

One thing I have realized is that I have no interest in getting older than where I am right now. The idea of 40 years old is impossible to imagine. I better write a top ten hit before then, because once I'm 40, you won't find me in a band. Ever. Again.

We sure had a great party. Now I have to clean up. There is stuff...everywhere. Suzanne and Lily are fast asleep. I'm up, with a glass of OJ, the Rolling Stones, my laptop, and a perfect blue sky.

ps. No there aren't any pictures of the party to land on Facebook or a blog like this. That would simply be far too incriminating. Better just use your imagination.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Today, She Is Five.

Last night, I got in bed with Lily and talked about her big day. Her fifth birthday is today. We giggled about the party. I teased her about the "big surprise" I have on the way. Tucking Lily in is my favorite time of the day.

Then she asked me, "Daddy, are you sad that I won't be four anymore?"

All choked up, I answered, "Yes.....but I'm more excited but just a little sad."

It was not true. I'm really sad. A four year old is just a big toddler, which is still somehow connected to a baby. A five year old is a really, really young kid. My sweet little baby is officially no longer a baby. She is, as Lily often describes herself, "our child."

Five years old means, Kindergarten. She gets taken from my home and sucked up into the big Government School System. D-Fax will start bugging my phones. The big American Society Machine gets to start influencing her tastes in music, art, food, TV, sports, etc. What was once a tiny little life that was all mine, now becomes, in many ways, independent.

So I'm sad today. My baby is growing up. Happy Birthday Lilybean.