furnacedoor

felt it was high time this morning to break the wife out the harmful spell of interior design show overdose and threw in bowie's diamond dogs album. besides, i needed some cooking music for the pancakes i was about to make. we could have swore the little guy was dancing for a brief stint as the opening chords of the title track played. he clapped and shook his tush until he could no longer maintain balance. the boy is really getting good at walking but he still has a bit of the baby frankenstein gait as he lumbers from furnishing to furnishing around the house. his new game is putting objects on top of the armrest of the couch and then pushes them off so he can bend down, pick them up and place them back on the armrest again!

was able to sneak about an hour of music time in the garage today. still too hot weather wise to be worth it but fuck it. i don't want to forget the handful of stuff i've written. practiced the one original song i can remember all the way through over and over again just to shake the cobwebs loose. no sweat really, the song is like less than a minute long. re-remembered the beginning of the rudimentary peni song matthew no longer wants to do. i figure that maybe i will sing since i went through the trouble of learning it with him.