In Which I Stalk Close to Home

I wear black of course. It’s youthful. It’s thinning. It’s dark. I walk towards the club slowly contemplating my move. I stop in my tracks, there he is. Him. There. Sitting on a stool on the sidewalk. This guy:



If you are one of my three faithful readers you’ll remember Hamell on Trial. He's the original irreverent, crude, political, whimsical, folk-punk guitarist from NY who sleeps in his VW and tours with Ani DiFranco.

I casually introduce myself. We begin to chat. Then the unthinkable: Roadie Dude approaches and asks Hamell if he needs an ice pack. A trip to Urgent Care. Hmm. Time to go inside.

If this man was feeling his age in any way, you couldn’t tell from his performance. If I was feeling my age in any way—me, old enough to be the parent of everyone in the crowd—you couldn’t tell from my response. Hamell was fabulous.

After the show, I vie for his attention with a few other Hanger On-ers. But Hamell is clearly looking forward to that ice pack. He does, however, say something extremely personal, almost sexy to me.

“I like your bangs. They are very becoming on you.”

He likes my bangs, Internets. Hamell likes my bangs. Of course it occurs to me that Hamell might like anyone's hair since he has none, but nah....HAMELL LIKES MY BANGS!!!!!!

I’m dedicating this Hamell video to my blogger friend, Jim at Framed. Jim does politics, music, Don S. Davis, and humor (or so he thinks). Jim is a faithful reader, although he admits he doesn't like my blog. His wife, Susan, is not a faithful reader, but likes my blog. Both like my bangs.

Warning: this is not for those easily offended. Which obviously doesn't include the folks at Humor-Blogs.



Stay tuned for my post in which I show the world....my bangs.

The Times They Are A Changin'

Not only do we have a women, an African American and an old guy running for president, but for the first time a rock musician was awarded an honorary Pulitzer. The prize went to Bob Dylan for his "profound impact on popular music and American culture."


Congratulations Bob!

But back to the old guy running for president. Seems like a decent fellow, but I do have a few issues with John McCain:



First, he is (as mentioned) OLD. I've got nothing against old people--my husband is old-- it's just that I'm NOT OLD and I already have too many senior moments. So what will happen when President McCain does something like walk into room where a peace summit is taking place and forgets what he went in there for?

The second reason I have reservations about McCain is: HE'S NOT FOR PEACE!

I could go on, but Hamell on Trial (composer of Songs For Parents Who Do Drugs) sings it so much better: This is called Strolling in Bagdad.