Windy Mayes Photo

Friends in Low Places

Yesterday the millionaire and I drove to Chicago for tattoos. We heard tell that Dan Smith of Dear and Departed and High Voltage in LA was going to be a guest artist at Chicago Tattooing Company. Also, we found out that we have a mutual friend with one of the other guest artists, Danny Reed of Asheville, NC. Small. World.

 

I love my lovely lady Octopus! The chicken babies were seamlessly incorporated into the new tattoo. i showed Dan the tattoo Pinterest board I put together and he did a marvelous job of executing the concept I had in mind.

 

Merry Christmas to me from my babe!

Hard Livin'

The millionaire family went to see Justin Townes Earle together. It just so happens that the Decemberists were also playing that night. Despite our misgivings, we stayed, aiming to give them 3 songs before we dismissed the band. It only took one extra long intro and one song for the boy to pipe up and ask if we could go.

Of course, after all that, the best photo of the night was of the Decemberists and not JTE, as I had hoped. Boo-urns.

 

Hamtramck. I Can't Pronounce It Right Either.

So, the kids finally realized their dream of meeting Mr. Shakes-a-lot. None other than Greg O. Cartwright. Greg did a solo show at Record Graveyard, all ages! We beat a path there, where we ran into some awesome folks and gave the kids an earful. Actually, they gave themselves an earful, since they requested most of the set list.

Yay for lifetime memories.

Positively Fascinating

...to interpret with mental-illness-goggles on.

Positively 4th Street

Bob Dylan

Positively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Still Thinking

June 2006 HiTone Memphis (with Digital Leather?)