With my youngest son — a gift
for my birthday that is coming
up next week, on the 16.
I LOVE YOU, Vincent!
I’m not even going to try to explain how moving the evening was. But let me tell you this: the intimate way Vedder addressed the crowd, in between songs and all through the evening, speaking of peace and love and joking around as if we were all a bunch of friends gathered around a campfire, totally filled us with his spirit. At one point, the experience became almost transcendental.
And the beauty of it is, the moment lingers on…
I’ll probably have a couple of photos to show you — soon, I hope. The guy sitting next to me with his darling young lady had time to shoot them before security stepped in. So I’ve got my fingers crossed…checking my emails.
Oh, and the music was great too, of course.
With Liam Finn kicking things off and joining
Eddie for a couple of songs at the end.
Heaven!
Weird Dream
Woke up this morning, fresh out of a dream that still has me a tad perplexed. I remember running my hand through my hair and having big clumps of it come out, over and over again. Just as I started to worry, not yet freaking out but close, I awoke. Anybody know what this means? Maybe I’m due for a haircut.
VW Beetle
Walked to the library, last Thursday, taking a route I hadn’t taken in a long while — Champlain Boulevard, from Gordon Street all the way over to Brown.
Good thing, because I got to see this Volkswagen Beetle just sitting there, looking all convertible-cool and sapphire blue.
Kudos to the Universe for always providing me with plenty of eye candy to feed my happiness.
I’m leaving Montréal, this afternoon,
for my son’s house in the suburbs.
Going to spend the week with my grandkids – Samuel, who just turned six, and Benjamin, who’ll be 5 in September – while their mom and dad take off for the mountains to rest and rekindle the ol’ romance.
So I told the dynamite duo that they’d be attending Camp Micmac – with yours truly as their commander in chief – and that they should get ready to live lots of mysterious and sometimes even hair raising adventures.
Well now that I’ve created such big expectations, I need to come up with something brilliantly captivating each and every day for the next seven days.
This is why I’m packing my *magic instruments*: my maracas, my djembe from Cuba (built by a famous old *shaman* whose story I have yet to invent), and, of course, my *enchanted flute*.
But the thing Sam and Ben are most anxious to see
is what’s in the basket…
THE COBRA!
I found it three years ago in a second hand store, paid only two dollars for it, quite a bargain, don’t you think? When you take off the lid, the cobra pops up – head bobbing, eyes flashing – and wiggles away like it’s the real deal. I’m relying on that snake to make Camp Micmac a huge success, along with improvised tribal chanting and my freaky tea induced trances.
With all the excitement we have in store, I don’t know if I’ll have time to go online, let alone post on my blog. Still, I might try to make it part of some sort of secret mission…that I have to report back to Micmac Headquarters in Chihuahua, or something along that line. I’ll see what I can do.
Okay…the van is fixed, and we’re at the Bardo Drive-in, waiting for the movie to start.
Dogs have settled in, everyone’s comfortable, popcorn is being passed around, and…action!
My Conception
Edmond penetrates Violette, without any foreplay, at 10:28 p.m. on November 19, 1949, just as Frankie Laine starts singing Mule Train on the radio.
Mule train!!
(Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin’ over hill and plain…
Eddy is drunk. And seeing he’s been married to Violette for over a year now, he’s stopped washing every day and stinks of week-old sweat and hundreds of cigarettes. His breath is a mix of rotting teeth, cooked cabbage, and beer burps. Violette turns her head away to look at the Emerson Aristocrat radio that’s sitting on the mahogany night table. “It’s such a pretty shade of red…I suppose one could call it cherry red,” she thinks, and then wishes she could switch the channel and maybe catch Dinah Shore singing Buttons And Bows. But no.
Violette turns her head back up again, watches Eddy’s blood-shot baby blue eyes stare right through her for a while, then continues her circular movement towards the other side of the bed. Setting her focus on the closet door—which is slightly ajar—she sees her old pink satin slipper sticking out; she recalls seeing the left one under the couch, that morning, when she vacuumed the living room rug. She pans over to the oak dresser—a gift from her in-laws, a bulky art-deco piece with a cracked, stained mirror. Next to it stands a chair…what’s left of it to see, that is. It’s piled so high with dirty clothes that some of it has spilled onto the floor—mostly socks and underwear. “I’ll do the laundry first thing in the morning,” she decides, and hopes she’ll remember to get the broom out and sweep that cobweb off the ceiling. She can’t understand why she hadn’t noticed it till now, it must be a good eight inches in diameter, right above the door leading out to the kitchen.
Mule train!!
(Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin’ through the wind and rain
They’ll keep goin’ till they drop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Banging away, Eddy recollects the prostitute who serviced him in his brother’s Ford pick-up the day before. How her red, heavily teased hairsprayed hair swept across his swollen beer belly. And this drives him crazy, and he stiffens and jerks and relieves himself with a growl, mouth wide open, saliva dribbling all over Violette’s ear and neck, and she remains limp while her husband crashes down on her cold body, then finally rolls over to sleep and fart and snore.
Get along, get along, get along…
And so it is that when Frankie belts out his final note, Eddy’s sperm fertilizes Violette’s egg.
I’m not even going to try to explain how moving the evening was. But let me tell you this: the intimate way Vedder addressed the crowd, in between songs and all through the evening, speaking of peace and love and joking around as if we were all a bunch of friends gathered around a campfire, totally filled us with his spirit. At one point, the experience became almost transcendental.
