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Buttcrack of Dawn
Buttcrack of dawn,
I heard you say as you let yourself out.
I had to laugh with one eye shut,
I never called you a slut.
You said it yourself, you had embraced the term.
Ownership gave you power...
Today almost got away from me
I thought I’d have a little scrivener-time this afternoon and then my daughter got sent home from school early with a sniffle.
And then I had this brilliant idea to do a simple promo-lyric-video for the song to put right here in the newsletter which ended up taking forever to render.1
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And then it was early release for my other child, who then needed to go to baseball early for warm ups.
I am sitting in the stands at my son’s little league game writing this on my phone, hoping that Adobe is rendering the video properly at home. (They won 5-3)
Fast forward 5 hours: it did not render properly, as you will see if you watch the above video.
But that’s okay. That’s wabi-sabi, man!
When I say “new song,” you should know by now that things that are 10 years old still count as new in my world. . .
When the family and I left Minneapolis in 2013,
we had a big rummage sale where I sold a lot lot lot of musical gear.
This fellow walked over from the VA hospital near our house to scope out the selection.
I had already sold a Farfisa, many guitars, speaker cabs, microphones— Joe Hastings bought 10 tamborines in one fell swoop. (75 bucks)
This cat from the VA was eyeing up one of the few musical pieces left for sale: a compact digital recorder that I’d been gifted when the owner couldn’t figure out how to operate it.
I actually recorded an early version of this song, today’s “Buttcrack-themed” song, on that device.
He bought the recorder for 50 bucks and then took it and the song home with him, as I had recorded this song to the hard drive of that machine.
I felt kind of guilty for selling it.
Both for taking his money and letting the song go.
On a lighter note, I made banana bread muffins:
I love this radio station dearly and encourage you all to download their app onto your phone and drop out of the mainstream radio-listening world.
WFMU really has given me so much joy.