Blossom Dearie died. Crap. I have been so about her lately. It kind of makes me want to check up on every other musician I have ever loved. I am kind of glad I couldn’t get to sleep, though I am going to feel like crap tomorrow. And guess what? I have been snookered into going to an AUCTION MEETING. Advisory only, I swear.
I am going to post pics tomorrow. Here’s a preview. It’s me running my fucking mouth because I can’t stop talking for 19 seconds.
Also, Franny finally learned to ride her bike before she turned twenty. Phew.
Yay! I cracked up at the audio at the end — the squealing “I can ride my bike!” was awesome. Reminds me of that Burt Reynolds movie Paternity. He has this oddly poignant moment where he’s telling Beverly D’Angelo about how sad it is when a kid learns about gravity by falling off their bike. Glad to see Franny has vanquished gravity!
Oh, on the second day she discovered gravity! She cruised down a hill too fast and snapped one of her pedals in half. No broken bones!
Oh my god you have so much hair.
I heard an old NPR interview w/ Blossom Dearie yesterday–never knew the name that went with that voice I loved. Really sad to have “discovered” her only now…
What Shan said. Why do you have so much awesome, awesome hair? Why won’t my hair grow at all, ever? I SPENT SIX YEARS TRYING TO GET MY HAIR TO BE THAT LONG, AND IT NEVER GOT PAST MY SHOULDERS.
I am going to show this video to my 7 year old to prove that riding a bike before puberty is possible. Any videos of her, like, tying her shoes or picking up after herself? It may be helpful.
So so sad about Blossom Dearie…
Not knowing the name Blossom Dearie and seeing the picture of you with the chicken, my first thought was that one of your chickens had died! Just reading the first sentence FTW!
i didn’t learn to ride until i was, like, 11 or something, and hey! look at me now! your kid too could become a tool-hoarding, frame-collecting, grease-stained bike geek!
fantastic hair, dude.
I was so so sad to hear – actually a parent in class told me today. As we were singing the Doodlin song.
Snookered my ass…you loved it!
Ok, I thought my kid was the only kid in america who didn’t know how to ride a bike. I felt all assy for forcing him to live in an apartment in the evilevil city… He learned to ride in like five minutes last June. I was all, here, get on the bike and pedal! And he fell. lulz.