Had a ton of important things I should have done tonight. Instead I finished my LinkedIn profile, somehow thinking that this would make work magically appear at my doorstep. I even sent out some recommendations to buds to try and spread some love – and work on my karma?. Can you still accrue karma if the endeavour is really selfish in nature? Isn’t that anti-karma? Where’s my damn karma manual? Kids probably moved it.
I have a bunch of pictures to upload tomorrow to the flickr page – can’t do it through the tin-can-and-string connection here at the house.
We had our house audit done. The verdict: the house isn’t really a house, it’s only rated a ‘tent’. There was so much air coming in my fireplaces that the guy thought the dampers were open. When he found out they weren’t, he sort of looked dumbfounded and mumbled, “Uh. Ok….”
So we were getting new stove inserts for both the fireplaces anyway, so that was a done deal. He also told me that I needed pretty much all new doors and windows and about another 12″ of insulation in the attic. Good times. So we’ve got 18 months to get as much as we can done then fill out a bunch of paperwork and apply to get an amount of money back from the fed/provincial gov’ts depending on what we do.
On to other news. I won’t be coming to visit any of you in the next 18 months.
The new site is done. Buy a book, help feed the kids.
One thing I want you to do, you with kids. Take ’em out and listen to some music with them. I listen to music all the time with my kids. Not just kid music either. Both the girls dig the Foo Fighters (all right, it’s just the acoustic second disc of In Your Honour, but still), Feist, James Blunt, Francis Cabrel, the Beatles. Julia likes some old David Bowie and a Zeppelin tune or two and Emma’s a fan of Lisa Loeb. They know all the words and it always tickles me when they ask to hear something or they’re walking through the yard singing a tune at the top of their lungs without a care in the world.
My point is that if we don’t implant in kids the important of music, I think they’ll fast relegate it to another disposable commodity – especially with .99 downloads all the rage. There’s more to it than that. Music can -in one way or another – save us all.
No one feels more alone than the children of a dying breed
You never feel at home when you’re just another mouth to feed
I wanna live in geological time
Because I’m still in my biological primeIf nobody listens, then who’s gonna hear?
If nobody listens, will we disappear?You flip a man a quarter playing songs on his guitar
You’re on a street corner, feeling like a patron of the arts
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and rollIf nobody listens, then who’s gonna hear?
If nobody listens, will we disappear?I just don’t understand why the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
They’re always on the phone and they always gotta have control
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and rollThe golden years are under attack (we’re taking them back, we’re taking them back)
The golden years are under attack (we’re taking them back, we’re taking them back)
Looking for an original voice
But the beaten path leaves little choice
The melody that you thought you found
Reveals that she’s been sleeping aroundWe were apostles
They were the high priests
We lived the hustle
The keepers of the backbeatWe’re under pressure to reconcile
Our point of view with contemporary styleIt used to be that the kids were the ones who knew how to get off
It was a yell from the swamp, now it’s only coming out as a cough
I can’t sell my songs so I’m gonna have to give them away
I can’t sell myself since my hair started turning to greyIf nobody listens, then who’s gonna hear?
If nobody listens, will we disappear?I just don’t understand why the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
The high priests are calling all disciples back to the fold
Because the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
-Sam Roberts, Them Kids