You found an open roadAnd a friendIf you're a peaceful soulPeace will come

Here are three videos for you:

The first, I have pimped before, but merits a re-pimping:



No matter what you want
Do or say
I hope you make it to
Better days
If you're a junkie heart
Be reborn
And every dime in bag
Leave your home

If they don't get to you
Get to me
We're gonna walk a path
Ever free
And stare into the sun
Till we're blind
Destroying every thought
In our mind

What you say counts
What you say counts
Till you fall down
Black as the night you crashed apart
Till every piece was gone

No matter where you live
Where you've been
You found an open road
And a friend
If you're a peaceful soul
Peace will come
So don't you hide away
What you've done

What you say counts
What you say counts
Till you fall down
Black as the night you crashed apart
Till every piece was gone

Slide away
Now won't you
Slide away
Now won't you
Slide away
I want you all the way
I want you

Slide away
Now won't you
Slide away
Now won't you
Slide away
I want you all the way
I want you

Slide away
Now won't you
Slide away
Now won't you
Slide away
I want you all the way
I want you

Slide away

Joseph Arthur.

You know what?

I want to go with those people as well.

I want to be with those people.

I think they are probably doing things that I am not.

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So, The Mitten gigged tonight.

When I walked in, Aden started jumping up and down with both feet for about 15 seconds, saying, "Dodely Doe, Dodely Doe!"

(He calls me "Dodely Doe.")

It was almost enough for me to rethink my whole anti-spwaning stance.

((Really, though, I have a court order. Three board certified psychologists testified to a reasonable degree of medical certainty that I should Not reproduce.

For the good of the gene pool.))

But, really, he does this little Junior Frankenstein Dance when we start to get a groove, slowly stepping from side to side with an exaggerated lean.

If he held his hand out in front of him, the townsfolk would come after him with torches.

And, during the choruses, he chimes in, even if he doesn't know the words.

(((Let's keep this between us, but that kid needs to learn how to read. He's killing The Mitten.

Christ.

I know he is a couple months away from turning 2, but, come on. Is it that hard to read a lyric sheet?)))

((((Oh, just shut it.))))

I will try to put some video together one of these days. We are actually ready for public consumption.

I am not kidding.

We do a version of Wild Horses that will probably make you pee.

Just a little.

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Video Number Two contains the Rolling Stones and Muddy Waters.

This makes me pee a little.

It did.

I mean, check it:



When I was a young boy, at the age of five.

My mother said I was gonna be, the greatest man alive.

But now I'm a man.

Way past twenty one.

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Beef Brisket.

Smoked turkey.

Cheesy green chili grits.

Broccoli-bean salad.

Chocolate cake with vanilla frosting.

Layered.

(((((For the uninitiated, you start from the bottom, with a layer of moist, oh jesus is it moist cocolate cake, then a layer of vanilla frosting, and then another layer of mary-mother-of-god moist chocolate cake, then another layer of vanilla frosting which tastes like whipped cream, and then another ungodly layer of mocha-choca-latta-ya-ya cake, and then a thick layer of sweeet vanilla cascading over the top of the cake and down the backside like your boyfriend's hand on prom night.)))))

Um, yeah.

I am really close to abducting Alicia and locking her in my crawlspace with an EZ Bake Oven and a shitload of frosting.

Not really, but I think you get my drift.

She is the Martha Stewart of Southwestern Montana.

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Video Numero Tres was my favorite song from December, 2005, through March, 2006:

Less concerned

About fitting into the world

Your world, that is

Cause it doesn't really matter
(No it doesn't really matter)
Cause it doesn't really matter
(It doesn't really matter anymore)



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History says that this post is too long for you all to read, but I figure I have been slacking.



This is Montana.



Trailhead is a half hour from my door.



What are you blathering on about?







Ah, who cares, anyway?

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You thought I would forget to say what I was thankful for today.

Well, I am thankful for the internets, and all it has to offer.

Without the internets, you wouldn't be reading this.

Without the internets, you wouldn't have just seen Muddy Waters, belting it out with the Stones.

It is a pretty incredible thing, the internet.

With great Google, comes great responsibilty.

Anyway, kudos and godspeed to you, dear reader.