Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Random notes on music...
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dear Mr. Obama,
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Because 8 is just wreckless...
The Authoritative history of Annie and Roo: Part IV
Sign 1: He takes you to Italy.
There are some places–-the men’s bathroom at a roadside truck stop, for one—where, if someone asks you to marry him, you may need to seriously consider saying no. Italy, however, is a pretty safe bet.
In 2004, Roo’s very gracious, very generous parents were taking their son on a trip to Europe and I was lucky enough to be the friend he got to bring along. We had been dating for about ten months…
Sign 2: For dinner, you find yourself in a charming Tuscan farmhouse that has been converted into a restaurant…In fact, he could take you to a charming Tuscan outhouse that has been converted into a restaurant and you’d still be on the right track.
It’s Tuscany.
Sign 3: Your soon-to-be fiancé is not laughing diabolically without any apparent reason.
Chances are, if he were actually a maniacal supervillain bent on marrying you only because it served as part of his greater plan to destroy the United States, he would be pretty pleased with himself right now.
At dinner that night, Roo was acting awfully strange—goofy, awkward, and fidgety—but he never let out any diabolical, supervillain laughter. So I knew I was safe.
Sign 4: He follows through despite unforeseen circumstances.
Unbeknownst to me, for the week we’d been in Italy, Roo’s mother had been carrying my engagement ring around in her fanny pack everywhere we went, just so that Roo would always be prepared should the perfect moment suddenly arise. As we were eating dinner, I noticed Roo’s dad make a secret “meet-me-in-the-men’s-room” motion to Roo, and they both left the table abruptly. When he got Roo alone, his dad informed him that he had already tipped the accordion player to serenade us so Roo could propose. Roo hadn’t necessarily planned on doing it that night, nor had I expected it at all, but he decided to go for it anyway. There’s no turning back once you tip an accordion player…
Sign 5: You are in a garden being serenaded by a strong-smelling accordion player
Roo came back from the men’s room and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk—a strange thing to ask a woman while she’s in the middle of eating ravioli. He led me out into a pretty little courtyard, sat me down on a stone bench, and cut right to the chase—he told me he loved me and that he wanted to marry me and then asked if I would marry him.
In the half second before answering, I weighed my options. I thought about the inside of my closet door at home, covered in cut-out magazine pictures of all the places I’d planned to visit before settling down and getting married. I was sure, after all, that my dreams of traveling the world would surely be hampered by marriage—that marriage, though important and meaningful, made for a fairly boring life. But I looked around and thought, “hey, look where I am. I made it to Italy. This can be enough for me. And there is no one I would rather be bored with than Roo. Plus I love him.”

Sign 6: You say yes even before seeing the ring
I, of course, said yes. At which point everyone emerged from the restaurant to congratulate us—Roo’s teary-eyed mom, camera in hand, Roo’s dad, our tour guide, our tour guide’s son, the accordion player, the accordion player’s mom was probably there too…
One Sign you made the right choice by saying yes:
(you mean, besides the fact that you get to have a Star Wars themed wedding reception?!)
He makes your dreams come true.
Friday, February 20, 2009
An Important Warning...

Or that they worked in the meat processing industry,

Or that they were just overly ambitious...
I am one of those people. And I am reminded of it every day by this grave warning on my keyboard:Tuesday, February 17, 2009
All We Wanna Do Is Rock...
Here I am trying to figure out how to play the keyboard.
We are called Mimic because we only play covers of songs. Our set list includes everything from Van Morrison and Roy Orbison to Weezer, Green Day, Coldplay, Tom Petty, The Strokes, Billy Idol, Cindy Lauper and more. Basically, if we all can say, "Hey, that's a cool song" then we'll play it.
Sometimes they make me--I mean, they let me sing. This is me performing the heck out of "I'm Just A Girl" by No Doubt. I am still perfecting my Gwen Stephani swagger. I also plan to do push ups while singing like she does...one step at a time, though.
Highlights of the evening include:
- When they asked us if we could just turn the music down, for the older crowd.
- When the oldest man in the room did the Charleston or some other Depression-Era dance to The Clash
- Getting paid in junior bacon cheesburgers
We sure had fun! All we need to do now is trash a hotel room and crash our tour bus and we'll be full-fledged rock n' roll stars.
P.S. if you are looking for a (relatively inexpensive) live band, we are up to playing anywhere, anytime. Just let me know!
Annie's Featured News Story of the Day:
AP CLEARWATER, Fla. – Authorities said a transient man convinced a woman that he was the drummer for the rock band Foreigner, stole her Corvette and then crashed it. Police said a 48-year-old man befriended the woman at a Tampa hotel, claiming to be Cory James, the drummer for Foreigner.
The band has had more than a half dozen drummers over the years, none of whom were named Cory James.
The two met up later at the Clearwater Hilton, where police said the man conned the valet into giving him the woman's 2002 Chevrolet Corvette without her knowledge or consent. He crashed a short time later and ran off, and police say they used a dog to track him down.
The man faces multiple charges, including grand theft auto. He was being held on $27,900 bail.
My first question: Foreigner? Really? Of all the bands to fake membership with, you chose Foreigner? I guess "Feels Like the First Time" must still be pretty big in the transient community...and with lonely Tampa women.

Secondly: Dude, you had the choice of over half a dozen different, ligitimate drummers to impersonate and you still couldn't come up with one of their real names?
Third: Cory James? Really? Of all the fake names to choose, you chose Cory James? I would have chosen something like Kent Fang or Monty McSlade.







