oh, geez. more stuff..

I forgot to mention that we walked up to the Snake parade today. I got a little sunburn on my chest and my cheeks. I love the glow. It doesn't quite sting but it's intensely warm.. I have this dorky love for marching bands and tonight I had a revelation. I called to my husband from the living room and said.. "I think I know why I love marching bands! It's the drums!" and folks, it is. Those drums just haul me in with no mercy. At first I used the word "lull" there but that seemed too delicate. I needed something to indicate to you the brute force those drums use with dragging me into their presence. I go without a fight, though. I say all of that to really give you an awkward segue into my official swoony rant about Tom Waits.

Tom Waits.

He's so beautiful. I love his music. Earlier we listened to a Primus CD and as we were here listening to Tom Waits my husband told me that one of the guys from Primus plays bass on a lot of these songs. I told him I love all the "big sounds" in his music. There are big, pounding sounds. His voice is smoky, gritty, even strained. I want to get dirty and wallow around in his music. In an intense song, a banjo strums light in the background. Things clang and metal clanks. He hollers out, whispers, growls, serenades. He weaves a tale for you and you can come along or fuck off. He'll go along regardless, at his own damn pace, smoking a cigarette. I'm going along. barefoot in the mud.