Moot Point

Last night my brother and I made my parents dinner for their anniversary. It was possibly the best dinner I’ve ever been involved in making. We did chicken in phyllo, mashed onion-garlic potatoes, roasted asparagus, and spinach salad, with strawberries on ice cream. It was the best dinner because everything turned out well, nothing was too complicated or fancy, and everyone had a good time eating it. Also, my brother and I are the best kitchen team. So laid back.

Last night, I was watching Retro Requests on MuchMoreMusic and after “I Love Rock N’ Roll” this little boy had called in: “Hi my name is _____ from _____, and I would like you to please play ‘Welcome to the Jungle,’” he said.

My heart grew about three sizes.

The reason this was so charming (besidesis probably because when my brother was about three, his favourite band was George Thorogood and the Destroyers. Just imagine a tiny blond boy singing “I”m the sweetest piece of lovin’ any girl ever had.”

P.S. I love the album cover. It took me a minute to figure out why everyone was pointing at him. I initially thought it was supposed to be because he’s so awesome, but then I realized he’s in a police line up and all the witnesses are pointing at him, because he is Bad, but not so Bad that they are behind those fake mirrors, like real witnesses.

I’m standing backstage at a Mormon wedding, wearing a jean skirt and a Fruit of the Loom tie, listening to the father of the bride compare his daughter to a diamond - she is faceted and sparkles on the inside out - and quote the song “Butterfly Kisses,” and all I want to do is call you, but I know it’s too late there.

It’s late and I’m tired and I’ve heard “Wicked Game” too many times today. Why do people think that’s a good song to play at a wedding?

I love coming home. My brother and I quickly christened his haircut a mulhawk (long story), made fun of Coldplay (loudly, in a restaurant, and much to the chagrin of my mom) and listened to acoustic punk.

For Rachel who taggnd me a couple of days ago, a meme.

Rules: pick seven songs that you’re into right now, list them. Pick seven friends who have to repeat this process, list them.

1. International Small Arms Traffic Blues - Mountain Goats
2. Confessions of a Futon-Revolutionist - The Weakerthans
3. Brass in Pocket - The Pretenders
4. Can’t Hold Us Down - Christina Aguilera (I don’t know why)
5. The Fairest of the Seasons - Nico
6. that Indian rock n’ roll song from the beginning of Ghost World
7. This Year - Mountain Goats (see supporting evidence)

(I’m cheating and not passing it on because no one seems to be posting much these days. Also, how often are my posts just lists of seven songs I’m into right now anyway? I guess not that often.) Whatever.

Also: my brother made an offhand comment about Nigerian email scams and my mom was like “Well if you get those emails you should call the police.”
Me and my brother: “What?”
My mom: “It was on the news. Nirmala Naidoo said you should call the police if you get one of those emails.”

….”Hello? Police? The Prince of Nigeria is trying to defraud me of my money.”

PS Don’t get excited; I’m just in Calgary for the week. Vaguely regular posting will resume someday soon, hopefully. I miss the blog.