Evidence Of My Youth

On the General Jackson:

Opryland I.D.:

Yearbook Photo:

And the two that I almost didn't post. These were from a photo shoot assignment at Two Rivers Mansion for my high school photography class. Hot biceps, huh?

Parthenon Crunches

Day Train

Siblings at the Parthenon

She hears that train a comin'

Look out, Vandy.

It looks like Georgia's got a spy at the Parthenon.

Maybe Sam?

I was thinking of my grandfather yesterday and decided that his middle name, Samuel, might make for a nice first name for our yet-to-be-born tyke. I ran it by my wife and she liked it as well. So for now it's at the top of our list of baby names for boys. I like the idea of honoring my grandfather in some way and this one feels good.

Incidentally, if our baby is a girl, Samantha Beziat is now at the top of that gender's list.

Feel Good Friday -"Desert"

As I thought I might, I'm posting a video and song by Emile Simon for Feel Good Friday. Enjoy the sensuousness of her voice and the weirdness of the video.

If I was in New York...

In the Night Life listings in this week's New Yorker there is the most interesting photo of French singer Emilie Simon. Her hair is long and dark, her gown is both simple and elegant, the backdrop is a very sexy red, and on her arm is, well, a musical instrument made just for her which looks appears to be disguised as a leather armband. The photo, assuming The New Yorker and the photographer don't mind, is below.

PHOTOGRAPH: ETHAN LEVITAS 

She is playing each Wednesday at the Cutting Room through October 22. I'd be there to hear her if I could. I just may share something from her for Feel Good Friday tomorrow. My French kick continues.

What he doesn't know is that really I'm afraid of his mom.

I said, "Josh, when my favorite team plays against your mom's favorite team on Saturday, Mommy and I will be rooting for different teams."

"What if Momma's team beats your team?"

"Well, I guess I won't be her friend anymore."

Laughing he offered, "You're just kidding, 'cause you two are in love."

He knows it.

Still... Go Dores!!


Saturday, 11:30 CST

No. 22 Vanderbilt at No. 10 Georgia

Do I sometimes overanalyze? Sometimes, yes.

"Can I live with you guys?" This is what my 5-year-old son asked me while he was pretending to be the guy who was building my house. "My people don't love me anymore."

Yikes. No matter the age or the game, it stings a bit to hear your kid say such a thing. It makes me wonder where a statement like that comes from. He had been out of control earlier in the morning and I had sent him to his room. Was he still dealing with that on some level?

"Sure you can live with us," I answered. "Who are your people?"

"Ninjas."

Here's thinking all is well.

My Little Guy

Sometimes he's as sweet as his sister.

My son took my hand and kissed the palm and said, "My kiss will go to your heart and that means I will go with you wherever you go."

He paused, stepped back and added:

"But not actually. Just the kiss will go with you. I'll just stay here but you can think of me."

Feel Good Friday - "The Whole of the Moon"

While working at Turtle's Records in the early '90s, one of my best friends was Kirk. We went to countless concerts and shows together, usually for free thanks to the good label reps who were so generous with putting guys like us on door lists. There were road trips to Atlanta and endless Nashville nights hitting venues such as Exit/In, Grapevine Cafe, 328 Performance Hall, Ace of Clubs, 12th and Porter, etc. We'd also drink all night at Rio Bravo talking about bands and albums and shows and songs and radio stations and record stores.

Thanks to Kirk, I know about The Waterboys, World Party, Luka Bloom, and Billy Bragg. He liked a lot of stuff, but it was very important to him that everyone know how great The Waterboys were. He was right. I was hooked from probably the first song I heard. Anyway, here they are singing "The Whole of the Moon." It's pretty awesome.

Again With Names

My daughter wants us to name the new baby Halle if it's a girl. Of all the names we've been tossing around, that one really sounded good to me. I looked at my wife to get her opinion. "No," she said. Apparently, she has a friend who has a baby with the that name and so naming her own child the same goes against the rules.

Women.

Let's keep playing.

It's good to have the family back.

We were all rough-housing this morning and Ari fell from the couch onto the floor.

Me: Whoa! Honey, are you okay? That was quite a fall.

Ari: I didn't fall. I just landed. It was a soft landing. Let's keep playing.