not so hard

Olympia and I composed a song together tonight, up on my MySpace page now. It was really fun! We've been attempting to play bluegrass stuff together since she moved in but tonight was the first time that we have really applied ourselves to putting a song together.

What you hear was recorded in one take. O primarily played fiddle and I primarily played guitar, but I had a tambourine under my right foot and O stuffed two egg shakers into her socks (producing the scrotum-like effect you see below). 

Our feet played percussion while our hands played stringed instruments and our voices sang. I am very proud of our authentic jug band-esque resourcefulness!

In other news, when I woke up yesterday the steel wool I had stuffed under the dishwasher looked like this:

Which suggested to me that something from inside the barricade had attempted to push its way out. It could also just have been the pressure that popped the steel wool out, but that is probably wishful thinking.

Even as I speak I can hear the thing scratching around inside the kitchen cabinets (but so far not emerging from the steel wool barricade). I hear its nasty little bubonic plague claws tapping on the hollow particleboard. They sound as big as Lee Press-On nails. Even though I have spread peanut butter-flavored poison pellets for you all over my kitchen, you insist on returning to my countertop for the delicious, delicious "health nut" bread, you dirty fucking chihuahua. When I catch this rat I am going to put it live in a pot of cold water with a cold brick of tofu and cover it and slowly it heat it up to boiling and then the rat will burrow into the cool tofu to escape the hot water and then I am going to cut it up and serve it like an olive loaf, like oatmeal health nut bread, that fucking fucker, and then I will put this rat nut bread into a breadbag and leave it out for its rat family to nibble on. HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW RATS!?!!?