Southpaw Jones

Southpaw Jones presents
Is This Interesting?
Thoughts/feelings that just might not matter:

Today’s entry will feature parenthetical back-up singers. They are three beautiful, soulful women in tight black dresses, and I recommend imagining them throughout your day for extra power and diversion.

I simply must (I SIMPLY MUST!) tell you about yet another fine Austin weekend (WEEKEND!). Friday found Maggie and me at the release partay for the 2007 Naked calendar (12 MONTHS!).
THIS JUST IN: I got a flash this morning to put a little coffee and half/half in my instant maple/brown sugar oatmeal. DO NOT waste your life wondering how good this tastes. “Bring Joshy at half-time, ‘cause I’m bustin’!” Back to you, Southpaw.

Thanks, Southpaw. As you may know, I appeared (WILL APPEAR!) in the 2006 calendar, hogging the whole of December and proving that Jack Frost only takes what you voluntarily give him. (WE’RE ROUGH!) In 2007, the calendar features Idgy Vaughn, Jon Dee Graham, Kacey Crowley, James McMurtry and others who also performed beautifully Friday night. I jumped on stage (will all my clothes on) to play The Cruelty of Teenage Girls, Legitimate Film, and Everyman. It was a’fun.

Saturday found me jumping in a van with Matt the Electrician, Seela, and Jon Greene to play an annual Halloween party in Garland, Texas (JUST OUTSIDE OF DALLAS). It took a record six hours to get there. Two hours just to get out of Austin. Two more hours just to get through Dallas. But I read an Austin Chronicle back to back (WHICH HE LIKES TO DO), I completed my first Sudoku (SUDOKOOO), and I ate a fabulous jalapeno, sausage, and cheese kolache from the legendary Czech Stop. So I can’t complain. (NO, HE CAN’T!)

The show that night was strange and fun. Everyone but we musicians was in costume. Dead folks, margaritas, and rednecks watching us sing our songs (EE-YONGS, EE-YONGS). There was a fine chili cook-off inside. Our stomachs were filled with chili and Halloween candy as we headed back to Austin around midnight. Matt the Electrician is a champion driver, and he lugged us all home while we slept and digested. (DON’T BE STANK!)

Southpaw Jones presents
And Another Thing…
More verbosity with velocity and viscosity:

Sunday, sweet Sunday allowed me to wake up slllloooooowwwwly. Around mid-afternoon, I managed to get some shorts on and run around Town Lake. ‘Twas a beautiful day. (DON’T LET IT SLIP AWAY!) At one point, I stopped to mount a bench and look out over the water, when what should appear on my iPod shuffle but “Rainbow Connection” sung by Kermit himself. Nice work, Pod!

That evening, I surprised Maggie by taking her to a short performance of Flaming Lips songs by elementary school children. The Palm School Choir, to be exact. It was precious to the max. All the kids were in costume, they had occasional group choreography, and they came around begging for candy after the show. We brought peanut-butter M&Ms from Maggie’s freezer.

Then it was time for dinner, which meant finishing off the Soup Peddler’s Lobster Bisque and Salmon Feta Quiche. Mmm.

I realize that weekends really turn me into “one of those self-obsessed bloggers.” You don’t have to tell me. (YOU’RE SELF-OBSESSED, YES!)

Finally, we headed to the Elephant Room on Congress to hear some jazz. My first time at the Elephant Room. Life checklist! Jon Greene and Seela performed as part of Torch, and John and Mary from Top Hat Recording were there to capture the live performance on tape. After a couple of drinks, it was time to go home, go to bed, wake up, and…go…to…worque.

Happy Monday! (AND MANY MORE…)

Spike Gillespie presents
Spaiku!
A look at her world / seventeen syllables and / three lines at a time:

there is the pain of
getting caught. so i have a
nia class slogan

Southpaw Jones presents
Online Museum of the Week
The Corazon Free Trade Lucha Libre Mask Collection:

LA PARKA!

Southpaw Jones presents
Quotopia
Freshly-picked quotes from the ol’ reference collection:
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
Virginia Woolf

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