Shower Speak

I am full of thoughts, aren't I? Preoccupied by old immaturity, bad choices, new ladies, love. I need to tell him, and am ready for no response. It is what I dealt myself.

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Dear Misters that keep knocking my door after dark:

I appreciate your offers to cut my grass and give me sexual favors and other "hey baby" comments, but really, it just makes me uncomfortable and less likely to take you up on any favors. I know I'm the one that doesn't belong, along with all the other yuppies and professionals that are taking over your "hood". I apologize, as I'm sure it makes you just as uncomfortable as it makes me when you give me those looks and jeers. I apologize that we're making your rent be unbearable, calling you out on all your mishaps, and sneering at your chain-linked fence next to our million dollar renovated historic homes. I apologize for being scared of you too, I'm sure you're very friendly.

Please don't move away. We moved to East Nashville because you make it diverse and give our 8-5 lives some excitement. We like you here.

But please let me be alone when I'm home after 7pm. I am not really interested in chatting or in need of a good grass mow at that hour. Thank you, misters!

Not Just For Lovers

Songs I Sing Too Loud For My Own Good

I put together a little bit of of musics I love so dearly. The flow is about as good as that of a pre-pubescent mixtape, but some songs could just not be left out.

Tarasaurus Wreckx

i love roller derby.

Saw my first bout last weekend between both of Nashville's Roller Girl teams, Damsels of Distress and Assault Rivals. Check out some pics of their dual.

The bout was WILD! These girls can kick asses! There were shoving and elbowing and rippin' fishnets and getting burned. At one point, my favorite lady, Lady Fury slid into the announcers table and knocked off all the equipment, including a laptop!

So I got a little adrenaline rush and thought maybe I should just become a Roller Girl. Of course, skating isn't my forte, nor is kicking asses... So maybe I could just be a Jeerleader. I can jump up and down and hula hoop and wear blue wigs!

Some of their names were pretty awesome : Chinese Checker (chinese girl), Maulin Monroe, Cocky Mtn. Mama, Fleetwood Smack. Jeff has already created his psuedo nashvillian roller derby dude name : Johnny Crash

Me : Tarasaurus Wreckx

Red Doors, etc.

Life in the Bible Belt aint so bad when it involves Yazoo Pale Ale's, Red Doors, big 'ol lightning and new friends.

Sans Houses

I discovered this lady's project Sans Houses the other day. She documented fine folks without homes in Nashville.

Her photography is gorgeous and real. Be sure to listen to the audio clips too -

Lack of Power + Lack of JetPack

An open mic at Cafe Coco to see roomie belt out sad drinking songs. A dude played after her and caught my attention with his sweet whistl'in and songs about Tennessee's beauty. He ended up saying hi to me later, and we got lost in talk of adventures and hills and rainforestry and bears.

He'd been traveling from Victoria, British Columbia for no reason at all, other than to try and record some stuff, maybe. He'd won some free wine at a fancy restaurant here, so he asked if I'd join in the fun with him. We show up at the place (not knowing it was nearly as fancy as it was) and got a few funny looks, so decided to hide on the outdoor patio. Tornado warnings and crazy high winds weren't really distracting, but a little more exciting. The power at the place ended up going out and all was pitch black. People were freaking out, but it was totally cooler.

He'd only be here for a few more days, so we enjoyed each other's company while we could. We walked a dog and swinged on swings and went to an old bar with old people playing good songs (again, we didn't fit in) and talked to a real nice dude that likes Jethro Tull.

Seems I'm gettin' used to this livin life fast (!) thing with fellers I get interested in. And they all live on the complete other side of the country.

No day trips to the West Coast unless I find my JetPack...