Trish Murphy picks and sings at Bill’s Records in Dallas
One week of being unemployed and I get Trish Murphy. Yessssssss!
I “worked” only a couple of hours today scanning the Internet and looking for jobs. I went to Bill’s Records in Dallas on Spring Valley where Trish Murphy was playing. What a dump! But what a magnificent dump. I think you could probably find Edison on record there, not to mention his psychedelic poster. This was my first time to hear Trish live and I was so very impressed.
I first heard her on the radio several years ago singing her “Concession Stand Song.” I have since then received her e-mails notifying fans of her upcoming shows. She is just a fabulous artist with a wonderful voice. Her songs are witty, insightful and fun. I guess I will have to buy her new CD “Girls Get In Free”
once I don’t have to worry about starving to death from unemployment.
After years in the news biz, I can say without reservation that you just can’t make up some of the real news gems. The severed finger story is a good example. I read today that police arrested Anna Ayala She is the woman who claimed to have found a finger in her chili at a San Jose Wendy’s restaurant.
News like this gives headline writers the opportunity to come out of their caves (just kidding) and go to town with pearls such as:
Fast-food finger finder arrested CBC News
Wendy’s washes its hands of finger crisis Chicago Tribune
Since I am from Texas, I think I know a little bit about chili. I’ve even held great chili cook-offs in which the criteria for winning included staying lucid enough after three-or-60 beers to taste the bowl of red. I think that maybe Ms. Ayala doth complain too much. After eating Wendy’s chili, I can honestly say a little extra meat would make it finger-licking good. Oh my. I know. I should be ashamed. But I’m not.
It’z damn hard typing without the ‘ezz’ key. You know, “like q, r, ezz, t, u, v.” The ‘ezz’ key is missing. No it’s not. There it is. My friend’s parrot likes to peck keys on computer keyboards. I don’t know if this is common behavior for a parrot. But then again I don’t know if it is common behavior for a person to let his parrot continually demolish keyboards. A computer mouse is now hanging from Gabby’s cage. Gabby is the parrot. Arrgh. Oh, parrot. Not pirate. The mouse is a stark reminder not to chew those little tan cords, especially the ones through which great galloping gallons of energy flow. I am tired. I will continue the job hunt tomorrow. Hopefully I will remember to take off at noon to catch Trish Murphy, who is playing for free at Bill’s Records. The address:
8118 Spring Valley Road
I like the name “Pope Benedict XVI” even though I am not a Catholic. I wondered after John Paul I died if there would be a Pope George Ringo.
What in the world is up in the Texas Legislature? Well, that is a good question each and every time that wise bunch of folks get together.
Rep. Harold Dutton, D-Houston, has some good ideas. His bill, passed by the House, allowing corporal punishment by parents or whomever is not one of them. I was spanked as a kid. But I think loving parents had more to do with how I developed who I am today than being swacked with a switch. I remember getting paddled in school for talking in class. Talk about your plagues on society — talking when you are not supposed to is right up there. If we could just pass a bill to whack people talking on cell phones in restaurants or other public venues.