In looking back at 2009, a lot has happened. I’ve been laid off twice. I’ve decided to go to grad school. I’ve lost weight, gained it back, and lost (some of) it again. I traveled a lot for work and pleasure. And, I failed to complete my 2009 song-a-week project as it was intended. But [...]
This is Phoenix. This is Phoenix on booze, frustration, and social media. I know I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I did. Blame Jeremie for twisting my arm and talking me into it. Names were omitted to protect the innocent. (stir… stir… stir…)
I’m way behind. I made it through 10.5 months without missing a week, and now I’m weeks behind. Not going to let this get me down.
Here I am in Boulder Creek, CA again. The weather is wonderful and the food and company is even better. My friends live in the mountains, and a creek runs through their back yard. I guess the sound of the water running and the other various mountain critters talking put me in a bluegrass mood.
Sorry for the late submission. I’m going on a business trip, so things may be a bit delayed over the next week or two.
This is me… rediscovering my African heritage. (Shut up.)
I’m tired. Leave me alone.
This one is a bit weird. I don’t think I’ve ever tried something in 3/4 time before. I blame it on copious viewing of dance shows and Glee. Now if I could just get Lacey Schwimmer to dance a waltz with me…
Kanye West jumps up on stage at the VMAs like a douchebag and makes a little girl cry. Obama calls him a “jackass.” Hilarity ensues. [Note: No celebrity impressions were used in the making of this song. Everything you hear was actually uttered by the POTUS and captured on some sort of recording medium.]
I called this one 11:11 because that’s when I started writing it. (Also to mess with Karen.)
