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A Dog for Camping

nav — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 12:26:20 +0000

If you’re making me go camping, Dad, and you don’t want me bored
I’ll need to get a dog whose tail is an extension cord.
I’ll rub its shaggy fur to build up electricity,
and then its tail will be a place to plug in my TV.

Tree Parade

nav — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 12:12:01 +0000

It’s such a scorching, sunny day…
so hot that it’s too hot to play.
Oh, Sun, forgive me when I say,
Today I wish you’d go away!

I’d really love to find some shade.
I’d love to find a tree parade
with lemon trees and lemonade
and trees with their best leaves displayed.

I know I could keep up the pace…
I’d even win in a tree race!
A tree parade marches in place
while offering a shade embrace.

Maybe I’d see a bear mermaid,
or three snakes joined into a braid.
All kinds of things might be portrayed
within the shady masquerade!

There’s no parade, to my dismay.
A steak could cook on my walkway!
Oh, Sun, forgive me when I say,
I’ve had too much of you today!

My Great Stairway

nav — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 16:41:20 +0000

I’m building a stairway in my mind
from every stair I’ve ever climbed.
Today I only added four
but I once climbed to a thirty-first floor,
and every day I add some more!
With all these stairs that I acquire
my stairway keeps growing higher…
It spirals where it isn’t straight.
Where it’s not plain it is ornate.
Oh! My stairway is growing GREAT!!
If I could pull it from my mind
I’d leave the ground and world behind.
I’d peek in through airplane windows
with birds resting on my nose.
I would go where no one goes…
I would climb among the stars.
I’d climb my great stairway to Mars!

Caramel Shoes

nav — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 19:58:00 +0000

I made my shoes from caramel.
I thought they’d make my feet not smell
like feet.
But, phew, that sweet and sweaty smell
of sticky feet in caramel
is utterly disgusting and, whoa, it’s not discrete!
My one-time favorite caramel
is candy now I hate to smell…
Oh, tragedy! It’s candy that I never want to eat!
(But now my mouth begins to water when I smell my feet…)

Again, we are faced with fingers, BIG ONES!

chris — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 01:29:47 +0000

So the liberal media had once again decided to point its obnoxious fat finger in its normal hypocritical fashion. It seems some liberal media has taken offense due to the fact that a cruise line had decided to send its ship to Haiti and deliver aid while allowing its passengers to enjoy the beauty of Haiti and to allow local employees to make money and support the people to the south. You see, the beach they go to is in the north and was largely unaffected by the earthquake. So, had the cruise line decided to abandon Haiti, they would have simply had their ship spend money elsewhere. my issue is, as always, is who the F’k are the media to judge? i mean, come on, where is the demarcation line of an acceptable place to enjoy oneself in the face of such a human disaster? this is a tiny planet. i am sitting at the computer, sipping a cold beer in my well heated house….am i any less guilty than the cruise line or its occupants? probably not. nor is the liberal media in their cozy little offices sitting their well rested and well fed fat bodies on their cushy writing chairs. so to all the writers with the pens, please, take some pleasure by shoving them where the sun dont shine. good luck.

Music For A New Year

cuzbry — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:12:57 +0000

As my gut bloats in protest to the overindulgence of the holidays, which now begin a week before Halloween for me, I thought I would share a couple picks for those out in WB’s land with an ear for Organ Jazz.

The smokin trio 3osity has a new one out under the name Tri-Ocity, that features tunes from Billy Strayhorn, Wayne Shorter, Charlie Mingus, John Coltrane and Larry Young. This disc delivers the goods if you’re looking for solid Hammond B3/Guitar/Drums combo.

The second disc comes from guitarist Corey Christiansen who keeps showing up on my jazz music channel on cable. Every time I hear these guys I think, holy-moly, who is that? Every time it is the same name, CC, that I’ve never checked out until now. These guys are well worth listening to. Similar to Tri-ocity, but with a great tenor sax player. This disc also features the same organ player, Pat Bianchi, from 3/Tri-ocity.

What are you listening to at the start of this new decade?

Enjoy

Cousin Bryan

Pzizz- Nap App

cuzbry — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:19:04 +0000

For all you nappers out there, myself included, Pzizz has an iPhone app. Funny how I have such a mental block about purchasing an app for $9.99, but will most likely check this one out. http://www.sleepwarrior.com/pzizz

New Year well wishes

CuzBry

Phish Stream

cuzbry — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 12:07:08 +0000

Just stumbled upon this site that allows one to stream pretty much every Phish show ever played. Great quality. I highly recommend the 8-17-97 Bathtub Gin. If you are short on time, forward about 8 minutes in to that one. A fine example of Jim’s “Boiling Point” theory of jamming. Have Fun

http://www.phishows.com/

Enjoy

Cousin Bry

A different kind of music for the week

cuzbry — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:52:40 +0000

Those of you out there in Willisbros land with small children may appreciate these cd’s/mp3’s. If you are tired of those old traditional baby tunes, check this out: Your favorite tunes, by your favorite bands, done lullaby style.

find them here

Happy September.

Cuz Bry

Old Smoke and the Blue Forest Line

nav — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 22:24:10 +0000

Old Smoke left the station loaded up with heavy freight.
This time that old freight train was just half an hour late.
The Engineer who drove him couldn’t help but hesitate…
Nobody rushed to go into Blue Forest.

It was said Blue Forest had more robberies than trees.
A sign that marked the boundary read, “We’ll Take What We Please.”
The Engineer on Old Smoke was shaking in his knees
as the freight train disappeared into Blue Forest.

Old Smoke chugged into the dark and fearsome forest shade.
In no time at all, off with its freight the robbers made.
The Engineer swore, “Old Smoke, it’s time for an upgrade!
No, we won’t be robbed again in this Blue Forest!”

The Engineer hooked a steel car behind Old Smoke’s caboose
and filled it with cannonballs for the sound they would produce,
then he removed the wheels so the steel car would be loose…
a rattlesnake tail clanging through Blue Forest.

Old Smoke’s Engineer screamed, “This rattle’s how it warns!”
But robbers swarmed out of the trees answering with horns.
The Engineer swore, “Old Smoke, next time I’ll give you thorns!
Let’s see who’ll touch you then in this Blue Forest!”

“Old Smoke!” the Engineer laughed. “You parade of porcupines!”
He’d welded to each car a thousand sharpened metal spines.
Someone whispered, “That man should be selling his designs,”
as again the Engineer drove toward Blue Forest.

The robbers rushed the train this time with metal pruning shears
and cut off each and every one of Old Smoke’s sharpened spears.
A robber winked. The Engineer blinked back his angry tears,
and called, “Look for me tomorrow in Blue Forest!”

When the Engineer drove Old Smoke back into the station
a Company man was waiting there with this revelation…
“We would lose less money, in our approximation,
if we built a bridge to cross above Blue Forest.”

The Engineer went to bed, but he left on the lights.
What kept him wide-awake was a tremendous fear of heights.
He thought, “If I can make Old Smoke into a train that bites
they won’t need to build that bridge over Blue Forest!”

By morning bridge materials already had appeared,
and to make things even worse than the Engineer had feared
he heard the crunch of boots as a thousand workers neared,
and saws were cutting lumber from Blue Forest.

The Company man insisted, “While we build this bridge
the Company won’t tolerate delivery stoppage!”
So with the freight the Engineer loaded rotten cabbage,
and said, “Old Skunk! Let’s get back to Blue Forest.”

Old Smoke’s smell did not deter the robbers in the least.
It seemed their hunger to steal from Old Smoke only increased.
They took the freight and then enjoyed a rotten cabbage feast
before vanishing again into Blue Forest.

The Engineer returned to a bridge nearly complete.
He could not help but be impressed by this construction feat.
The Company man gloated, “Now the robbers have been beat!
That’s three hundred miles of bridge across Blue Forest!”

The Engineer drove Blue Forest Line with two closed eyes,
muttering, “Old Smoke, why can’t you be a train that flies?”
A tollbooth high above the trees came as no surprise,
and collecting tolls… the robbers of Blue Forest.