A Song for Your Morning

Because I am feeling so magical this morning, I would like you to hear Witches Hat by the Incredible String Band from their album The Hangman's Daughter. I truly like this. Where's my 20-sided die? "Oh, next week a monkey is coming to stay. Aah. If I was a witches hat, sitting on her head like a parafin stove, I'd fly away and be a bat, cross the air I would roam." K. A. Seriously, this music is so cool. Would anyone be interested in starting a band that sounds like this? I am not joking. We will be huge on the festival circuit in Scandinavia. Who's in?


Why do I feel so magical this morning? Maybe it is because I saw Mat Meehan last night at the Vid. What a swell dude. I thanked him profusely for his package. He had a very specific question about the candy on the left. The colastraifen. I told him that it tasted just like the colaspaghetti but that they were in straps instead of strands. He seemed relieved to hear this, as this was the only candy he had not tried yet, and he didn't want to feel like he was missing out.

Mike Anderson was getting mad at Mat because Mat had given his younger sister his cell phone while he was in Germany and didn't tell anyone. Mike had tried to call Mat the other day and instead got McKenzie (Mat's much younger sister), and Mike said "...that shit just isn't cool. Me, a 28 year-old man, even accidentally calling your little sister in the middle of the night is just weird. You gotta tell people when you do stuff like giving your cell phone to your little sister." Classico.

P.S. For those of you still in Bloomington this evening, there will be yet another James Mann-curated game of Beyond Balderdash at my house (above Soup's On!) at 8:00 PM. We may or may not be playing a round of Water Uno as well.

P.P.S. I start recording Mike Anderson's hip hop album today. Sneak previews of this soon-to-be masterpiece may or may not appear on this blog in the coming weeks.