And if I'm well you can tellShe's been with me nowShe's been with me now, quite a long,long timeAnd I feel fine

I am writing this from a brand, spanking new computer.

Brand new.

I am hanging out with my dad.

I am listening to James Taylor, which reminds me of my mother.

My mother and my father had an understanding. If my mom ever met James Taylor or Clint Eastwood, it was on like Donkey Kong. We knew that if my mom ever met one of those two gentlemen, she had carte blanche to run off into the sunset, listening to acoustic guitar and punching out uppity orangutans.

I am not kidding. My mom was, like, listen kids... now that John Lennon has been killed by some psycho, the list of people for whom I will leave your father has been narrowed to two: James Taylor and Clint Eastwood. I'm going to Carolina in my Mind.

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Why don't you silently remind me of the good times?

Can you?

My dad is here. We have a gig tomorrow. I have been rehearsing my ass off. My dad is loving it. We've arranged some classic Christmas songs into something ... different. A bunch of people (besides my dad) are coming to show some solidarity.

My dad will probs record some of it. I just don't know if it will make to you, dear reader.

Stanette has played before 25,0000 people before. No shit. Back in the day, she opened for Hootie and the Blowfish. Put aside, for a moment, the ridiculousness of that and imagine being onstage before a shitload of people. If you can't do it, imagine opening for Cypress Hill. I know I am am name-dropping, but it happened, and we've been rehearsing, and I am all like, dude. You expect me to throw down like some jazz musician?

(Hey, check this out. As part of the new computer, we scanned in these pictures of Stanny.



Check it...



Nevertheless, we shall throw down, and keep it real in an old school way. A bunch of our friends are coming, including, but not limited to Aden.

I am nervous.

Ain't happening.

But you know whaT I can do?

I can throw down like James Brown.

We have a little Holly Jolly, Rainbow Connection, My Favorite Things, I Saw Mommy, Silent Night, Wishlist going on. Then there is someother non-Christmas-y stuff.

Because, Screw Jesus.

I stopped putting our music online after one of you douchebags made an off-color comment. And then we cracked down on the smackdown.