We celebrated our 9th anniversary at Bryce Canyon National Park. I had never been there before and Greg hadn’t been since he was a kid. Man, pictures do not do it justice. I thought I kind of knew what to expect, but when we got there and actually walked up to the canyon… you’re reduced to speechless open mouth staring and occasionally letting a “Wowwwww!” escape.
We made sure to get up early so we could see the canyon at sunrise. All the pictures I’d seen, everything all seemed orange, but I had no idea all the different colors and gradations. Pretty spectacular. We did the Navajo Loop and combined it with the Queen’s Garden trail so that we could see most of the sites we wanted to get up close and personal with (Thor’s Hammer, the Three Sisters, the two bridges, and Queen Victoria). After that we drove to some of the different lookout points to get better views of the canyon from above. The Bryce Point viewing area was the best. We went to Inspiration point and both Sunrise and Sunset viewpoints, but Bryce Point really gives you a good view of how gigantic the area is. I’d love to go back sometime soon and spend more time exploring.
Shout out to the Pines for serving me a soda in the most gigantic mason jar I’ve ever seen and to hotel cable for entertaining me with Golden Girls episodes and the 2nd half of Insidious our first night.
This article should be required reading. Ann Powers totally nails it.
Loving rock and roll requires engaging with a terrible reality, one that the music itself has not solved and sometimes helped its fans to forget.
I think the same could be applied to just about everything and any entertainment industry, but I’ve thought a lot about this over the years, and, of course, with the growing list of celebrities that are icking me out, even more so these days. Your childhood feels ruined, heroes come tumbling off of their pedestals, is anything safe? Was it ever?
I’ve known for a long time that plenty of my heroes are dirtbags. I think about all the times when I’ve been able to reconcile the artist and their art and the times when I haven’t been able to. I try to pick apart my pattern and even I can’t explain it. There’s been no definitive criteria. There’s no firm line for when some pop icon’s actions have been too much for me to be able to enjoy their art and when I’ve been able to shrug it off and somehow compartmentalize. I feel problematic. I feel guilty. I suppose that’s a good thing.
I’ve got a Christmas staycation heading my way shortly. Now I’ve just got to make it through the next two days and then it’s pajama time all the time for a week and a half. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I bought new pajamas specifically for my staycation bonanza. Me, Greg, cats, movies, video games, sleeping… It’s going to be amazing.
Oh, Halloween. I love you so, but I seem to never be prepared for you. I had big ideas about getting a costume together this year and having a proper celebration, but this late in the game, I think it’s going to wind up being a quiet night at home, hiding from unruly teenagers, watching a bunch of horror movies, and eating A LOT of treats. That said, local adolescents, if any of my garden gnomes go missing or if I find 30 cigarette butts in my rose bushes again, I’m going to be pissed.
Annnnnd….I think I just officially became an old person. Oh, man… oh, boy. What? Are the liver spots on my hands distracting you??
Well, in lieu of a thoughtful exploration on my Halloween feelings, please enjoy these somewhat Halloween-related drawings from kissthechicken posts’ past.
You guys, this Ex Hex record is rocking my world right now. I have listened to nothing but this album since this NPR post with “First Listen” streaming of the whole record. I pre-ordered my copy from Merge Records right away and it arrived just a few days later. I CANNOT STOP LISTENING. I haven’t been this in love with a record in a long, long, long-long, long time. Actually, what I should say is this is the first record made after 1976 that I have been in love with like this in a long, long, long-long, long time. All the tracks are short and sweet and snappy and catchy as all get out. This is definitely a record you can bop your head along and dance to from start to finish. It’s packed tight with pleasing harmonies, tough guitar riffs, rock-solid rhythms, and hints of flavors like The Cars, Modern Lovers, Buzzcocks, and early REM. I am a long-time admirer (worshiper) of all things Mary Timony. Helium, The Spells, Wild Flag, and solo Mary Timony albums have all been cherished favorites, so I was surprised that Rips was such a departure from her signature sound. This doesn’t really sound like a Timony record – which isn’t a good or a bad thing, just unexpected. Though, I think pieces of old school Timony word-crafting still leak through with phrases like “tall tree power” – there ain’t nobody else who would come up with something like that.
Do yourself a favor and buy this record right this very second. You won’t be sorry you did. I promise.
Ex Hex “Rips” was officially released October 7, 2014.
If you want to know what I’ve been up to lately, it’s lots and lots and lots of Murder, She Wrote:
Interspersed with lots and lots of Magnum P.I. (as usual). I know you’re all dying to watch the Magnum P.I./Murder, She Wrote crossover episodes, “Novel Connection” and “Magnum on Ice.”
My house is currently being swarmed, dive-bombed, attacked, and surrounded by moths. I may be forced to stay indoors. Thanks a lot, summer. Thanks a lot.
It’s spring and suddenly I’m battling the kingdom of the spiders for squatters rights in my own home. They’re everywhere. On my pillow, staring at me from the ceiling, scurrying across the living room floor, camping out in the sink. Baby spiders, grown up spiders, hairy spiders, black spiders. Here a spider, there a spider, everywhere a spider SPIDER! What’s a girl gotta do to be able to live the kind of life where a tickle on the arm is just a tickle? Get off my land, spiders!
You are going to suck. You are going to suck so hard. And if Friday was any indication of what’s to come, you are going to mega super suck. So, here’s me trying to do my very best to not let the jerks get me down. Take it away, Judy baby…
Uruguayan Rolling Stones wanna-be rockers. Perfection.
It’s about time I owned this baby. We’ve done so much electrical wiring in our house lately, that I can’t look at this album cover now without taking note of the wiring for that light bulb and feeling stressed out.
Up until this purchase, I only owned “Other Animals” by Erase Errata – which, when I’m in the perfect mood, is exquisite. Just kidding, I’m a liar. Not about them being exquisite, but about not owning anything else. I also have that tiny cute little EP split they did with Numbers on Tigerbeat6.)
I can’t tell you how much joy it brings me to own this record. If you need further proof of my deep love for Lily, then check this post out here.
Li’l Richard. Little Richard. Leeetle Richard. I can’t help but feel this is a rather boring record cover, considering who we’re talkin’ about here. Really? White? Not even a little glitter? Not even a teensy splash of color? Hmph. I hope somebody got fired over this. I have a DVD of a 50’s rock & roll revival concert put on in the 70’s. Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis are both on the bill and they are feuding. BIG TIME. Both are making claims as to who did what first and who should get to be declared the ruling princess of all piano rockers. At one point Little Richard exclaims something to the affect that Jerry Lee Lewis isn’t fit to wear the shoes that Little Richard throws away. I wish that moment was captured on YouTube, but alas, you’ll just have to use your imagination.