Monday, November 29, 2010

Much Needed Song for My Birthday!:Danielson-Good News for the Pus Pickers:)

A little late, but that's how I roll. For those of us who "can't keep our fingers off a sore;)"

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Payaso de Miercoles: Laurel and Hardy-Mostly Laurel:0

     A fellow poet read this at Absinthe the last first Wednesday. I had spent some time watching some Laurel and Hardy clips that day for this weekly post that day and was stoked to hear it! Thanks for letting me share it BA!

The 8 Lancashire Lads quickly realized that to gauge the morals of their lunatic harmonic energies by commonplace standards would be as erroneous as putting a thermometer into a vat of boiling vaseline.

The 8 Lancashire Lads filled the fun factory with boisterous, acrobatic, humor and low knock-about comedy. Sending Krish-Krash vibrations into the unawakened genius of unsuspecting recipiants.

The 8 Lancashire Lads distracted from the pangs of love by discovering new adventures within the realm of the UNKNOWN, found themselves creating musical comedy masterpieces that only made sense if played swiftly backwards.

The 8 Lancashire Lads removed the safety harness in order to quickly raise the adrenaline level of the hearts of the clinically depressed clowns. This was a success. . . . until the curtain fell.

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Brett "BA" Ardoin

Monday, November 22, 2010

Monday's Much Needed Song of the Day: Light Bulbs by Mimo Morreale

     I recorded this song over the weekend at the same venue, The Doublewide, but something happened in the middle-crushing.
     Anyway, I love this song and today it is much needed.
     Mimo is local. Check him out when you get a chance or stop by Mokah and buy a CD from him and/or go to Mokah's open mic currently on Tuesday nights.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Curealities: Special Needs KIDS by Chaz Curiel

     We special needs kids live in a small world. Some people think we’re threats or just dumb; people often wonder why God put us special needs kids in the mix. They think they got the power to boss us around. People don’t care whether we have a need or if we’re at the wrong place at the wrong time. And gangs or older people just want to beat the living daylights out of us. If people take on one of the special needs kids, then you take on all of us.
      If a person is ashamed when he has an asthma attack or any kind of need, he shouldn’t be. He should be proud of who he. It doesn’t matter what they say about you; you are perfect just the way you are.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Payaso de Miercoles: Red and Red-Ha!

This Wednesday, I neeeeed two clowns. Two GOOD ones!
Just saying . . .

Balloon/Bridge/Strange Altar

     Years ago, when I was pregnant with Chloe, I had a wreck on a bridge very near where our bus is currently parked. 
     A woman in a government agency was mean to me, so naturally I tore out of the parking lot crying. Bleary eyed and sobbing,  I slid on a patch of ice, bounced off the guardrails and totaled Chris' grandmother's Ford Escort. 
     I was sad and angry at the timing of that wreck: I was trying to finish student teaching;  I had not planned on getting pregnant when Caleb was only five months-old; Chris was battling some hard-core back problems; And we had just finished paying off our credit card and closing the account, but were forced to open it up again to replace the car. I was one hot mess, as my sister likes to say.
     Up until a few weeks ago, I thought about that wreck almost every time I drove over that bridge. Not about how God pulled us through that stressful time in our lives. How I graduated, and our bills were paid and Santa showed up for real and Chris' back was fixed to live-able because of a client.
     Only about the mean lady's face, with her turquoise eye shadow and red nails, the loss of control of the car, me wailing a guttural "NOOOOOO!", the seatbelt bruise and the struggle to get it all straightened out.
    Then a funny thing happened on a late night drive home from a gig. As I drove over the bridge I saw this:


A strange altar reminding me not to revise the blessings out of the catastrophes.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Monday's Much Needed Song of the Day: Happiest Girl

For my Momma who turned 59 yesterday! We used to sing this in the car all the time! I'm so glad she's happy again!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Let Me Hear Your Battlecry

Heading to Fort Parker in a few minutes for a church retreat. Thought I'd post a much needed song for our body of believers.

Or a much needed song for my cousins and I and where we are in our lives- -don't give up.You're on my heart and in my prayers.

Silly Girl

     I make a movie for the man driving up on his motorcycle, wearing his black backpack and the squirrel running towards me on the telephone wire.
     A silly girl, making up stories that don't even make sense to her.
     And as they go, I feel like I sound too much like someone else and wonder who that someone else sounds like, but I am not well-read or hip enough to know. And why do I  think making movies comes in words when I am thinking in pictures. And can pictures and words be the same?
     Which leads me to think that maybe that three month long stint on Prozac wasn't long enough or maybe a cosmic nap will snap me out of this creating tiny epics on scraps of paper I find in the floorboard of my car. Maybe I should clean my car.
     The leaves on the trees hanging above the alley look up at me and laugh at my looking down on them. My eyelids heavy, I laugh back, right before the dream takes me.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Payaso de Miercoles :Jerry Lewis in Cinderfella

Once Chris said I looked like a clown when I danced. After some deliberation, I decided to take it as a compliment.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Mondays Much Needed Song of the Day: Tom Sawyer

Okay, our church retreat theme is "Rouse the Warriors." Even though this is not the exact same kind of warrior, the song's stuck in my brain anyway:)

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Curealities:Half-Mass by Caleb Curiel

Treading on sacred eggshells,
keeping a sharp eye for people’s toes,
until a makeshift patriot decides to
keep himself warm with propaganda
of the east.
Some challenge his methods while
others question his motives.
Publicly attempting to force-feed this
so-called enemy their own remedy
has turned him into a bigot instead
of a doctor.
Despite his black suit, white collar he
hasn’t applied the most recent testament.
I presume he would have the world
blind and unable to chew--
waving his rights around as if
they were flags.
Little does he know he has hung
his country at half-mast.   

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Payaso de Miercoles

I'm a sucker for a good clown. 

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Je Ne Sais Pas

     This was not the blog I planned on posting today, but it won't let me go.
     A dream I had last night. 
     I am in a tall building with a river running through the center. I am a glorified gopher on a small set and Norah Jones is the star. She is wearing too much make-up and thinks it's funny. I think it's funny, too.
     On the streets of downtown Dallas my cousin is looking for me. She is wobbly and disoriented.
     Suddenly I am in Baghdad holding a camera and looking into the sky. Pieces of airplane are falling from the air. I dodge a piece of the engine by ducking into a half covered video game arcade. I crawl into a clear bubble that turns out to be a gyroscope game. 
     "Get the shot! Get the shot!" Someone is screaming at me. Then a button is pushed and I am spinning like a hamster in his toy ball after it has been kicked down the stairs. Finally, jerked to a stop I hear, "Get the shot! Get the shot!' 
     Looking into the sky I see what looks like a dead angel falling from the sky. Then I see a red dot in the palm of the parachute above the angel's head, like he is being hunted, only now I see that he looks like a human, wearing an all white jumpsuit.
     "Stay in the air. Stay in the air," I whisper as machinery lands around me and explodes.
     Then I am back in Dallas filming in a bar and my cousin is still somewhere looking for me.  I can feel it. Norah and the crew drink beer and the make-up artist applies more make-up and I think about how I will lose this job for disappearing, but I slip out the back door anyway. 
      All I can think about is the man/angel in the air falling and the cousin in the streets looking for me and wonder what the two mean. If anything.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Monday's Much Needed Song of the Day: Roly Poly

     After youth camp out this weekend AND the second or third or something annual Aubin Halloween shin-dig, the Quebe Sister's version of Roly Poly was the choice of the day.  These girls know how to swing it! Of course that's our own Drew Phelps helping 'em out on the bass:)
     We saw these girls at the fair and fell a little bit in love. Even their speaking voices make us SWOON!