Zippy halloween

Smokestack superstar

There are those times when i'm quite honestly left truly confounded. Oh, here's one: Mama jane, myself and the kids are lazily decked out for some trick-or-treat-but-let's-be-honest-pretty-much-all-treating at the indy zoo last night. After all, we try to get as much free candy as we can during this time of year by parading our children around in a multitude of costumes. Don't judge us, you know you love candy. Anyhow, We're approaching the exit of the african plains and we've collected the last of our candy from a painfully jaded young zoo-worker; that's when we spied them. There they were, not forty feet before us: Dad carrying his toddler daughter while burning down a cig right in her face.

Now, here's where i just honestly did not know what to think. In my mind, there are a few possibilities:

1. This dude (and probably mom who is right by his side) have traveled through time and space from some time before at least the last forty years and are completely unaware of the dangers of secondhand smoke.
2. Dude and babymama are really, in all seriousness, superbly ignorant of the harm secondhand smoke can cause to the tiny humanoids.
3. These "parents of the year" candidates are just horrible, horrible people.

Okay, as i think on the situation for a bit longer, i begin to wonder if maybe this nicotine-lean pops has gotten himself in cahoots with one of them fancy new electronic cigs the kids are so hip to these days. Hmmmm... The thought is enough to make me reconsider jumping to such judgmental conclusions.

If absolutely nothing else, this reminded me of an old youtube favorite as i pondered the absurd possibilities for the effected child's future. And doesn't that make it all worthwhile?

Tell tchaikovsky the news

The Time Swan has secrets to share, but sharing's not his bag, baby.

Laveta just get's creepier and creepier with age.

When you just don't have the emotional fortitude to handle accuracy, tune in to Lionel "Easy Like Sunday" Morning for your daily sunrise forecast.

Roll over, october; Movember's ready to warm more than your upper lip. Y'dig?

Monkey lip service

So, a bit back, i joined some mates of mine from days of yore in creating a couple of chain-mailish videos we've dubbed FOLDIES. I previously wrote about it HERE. The most recent addition to foldie family is this little number written and directed by the redelman girls and the baby jane. It also stars mister zippy and christmas baby whose names friends of the mustard room will recognize. WARNING: If you have any baby dolls, you may want to remove them from the room before viewing this terrifying short film.

Melting faces from the threshold of narnia (or what happened at oktoberfest)

The past several weeks, i've had the gift of enjoying a handful of opportunities to share my songs before beautiful strangers/new friends. One such opportunity happened upon me this past saturday at the home of some friends who put on an incredible house party complete with tasty spirits, crackling bon fire, and live musics of all types (regna racer, kendall lugwig, tied to tigers, dan snodgrass, your's truly). The songsmiths performed in a corner of the living room in front of an arched wooden door and lamp post as a cloud of christmas lights floated overhead. It was quite narnian in a variety of ways.

Twas a night of magic and memories.

Thanks, fellow humans.

Goodnight mister tumnus, wherever you are.

The eagle has landed

Here's something i made for something i'll be doing.

Blessed curse

Hey, beautiful peoples of earth! Twas a wonderful weekend of song, friend-making, and conversation-havingness. I hope your's was the same. Yea for people. 

Now, two things:

1. Do yourself a favor and get really into this wonderful trio of folk who make lovely music: PEARL AND THE BEARD
2. My baritone uke and i made this new song together. Enjoy.

Blessed Curse by Joel Rockey