John Lennon

Dear John,

What do you think of us now?

-Me

I'm Only Sleeping

When I wake up early in the morning,

Lift my head, I'm still yawning

When I'm in the middle of a dream

Stay in bed, float up stream

Please don't wake me, no

don't shake me

Leave me where I am

I'm only sleeping

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy

I don't mind, I think they're crazy

Running everywhere at such a speed

Till they find, there's no need

Please don't spoil my day

I'm miles away

And after all

I'm only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window

Taking my time

Lying there and staring at the ceiling

Waiting for a sleepy feeling

Please don't spoil my day

I'm miles away

And after all

I'm only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window

Taking my time

When I wake up early in the morning,

Lift my head, I'm still yawning

When I'm in the middle of a dream

Stay in bed, float up stream

Please don't wake me, no

don't shake me

Leave me where I am

I'm only sleeping

Last night I slept for hours and hours and hours. I guess that you can only go for so long before you require some real rest.

I was feeling sort of guilty this morning, feeling behind.......wondering if I wasted precious time sleeping?

Then this song came on in the car and I realized sleep was exactly what I needed! When I get caught up in life and things begin to run together, it's important to have those reminders.........SLOW DOWN!

image: Pope Saint Victor

lyrics: The Beatles, (obviously)

The Fat Budgie

I have a little budgie
He is my very pal
I take him walks in Britain
I hope I always shall.

I call my budgie Jeferey
My grandads name's the same
I call him after grandad
Who had a feathered brain.

Some people don't like budgies
The little yellow brats
They eat them up for breakfast
Or give them to their cats.

My uncle ate a budgie
It was so fat and fair.
I cried and called him Ronnie
He didn't seem to care

Although his name was Arthur
It didn't mean a thing.
He went into a petshop
And ate up everything.

The doctors looked inside him,
To see what they could do,
But he had been too greedy
He died just like a zoo.

My Jeffrey chirps and twitters
When I walk into the room,
I make him scrambled egg on toast
And feed him with a spoon.

He sings like other budgies
But only when in trim
But most of all on Sunday
Thats when I plug him in.

He flies about the room sometimes
And sits upon my bed
And if he's really happy
He does in on my head.

He's on a diet now you know
From eating far too much
They say if he gets fatter
He'll have to wear a crutch.

It would be funny wouldn't it
A budgie on a stick
Imagine all the people
Laughing till they're sick.

So that's my budgie Jeffrey
Fat and yellow too
I love him more than daddie
And I'm only thirty two.

John Lennon
A Spaniard in the Works

Something Old, Something New

This past December while I was shopping for Christmas presents I discovered Fantasyland Records. I needed to find a place that would have some of the more obscure bands on Cuyler's list. I was puzzled when I was told that one of the CDs I was looking for was only available on vinyl, in fact the only new music they sell is on vinyl?

I thought of records as being antiques.... collectibles. The patient shop owner explained how popular vinyl is, how great the sound quality is, and how people have lost some of the genuine experience of buying and owning music because of the internet. It made sense! I couldn't stop thinking about it, talking about it.

So, this past weekend we bought our very first record player, hooray!!

We had fun cruising around the Guitar Center searching for the right one for us. Carson experimented with tambourines, bongos, yukalaylees, and strummed the guitars. She danced around in the disco lights while we found one that was reasonably priced, great looking, and came highly recommended (Numark TTUSB). It's easy to use and we can even back up our vinyl onto our computer- Perfect!

Next stop, Fantasyland Records....... to begin our very own record collection. As soon as we walked in the door Carson began fingering through the records in a bin on the floor, checking out the covers. She ran up and down the aisles while we listened to the music and made our selections.

It's funny how you set out to do something for one reason and realize later that it means so much more. A record player is such an exciting new addition to our home, for us and for her. What better tool for teaching our child to love music? It was a day we will remember always....I feel certain of it!

photos: our fancy new record player and my first few album picks (some of my favorite CDs that are scratched beyond use)

suggestions? post a comment and tell me your favorite album or a great resource for used records???

Keeping The Dream Alive

Hello, I'm a thief, nice to meet you!

When I was a sophomore in High School I stole a couple of books from the library. Well, first I stole a CD from my parents, and then I stole the books. Its terrible, I'm aware! Sadly, for my parents it wasn't the first or the last CD I stole from them- Hall&Oats, Abandoned Luncheonette. Sorry mom!

Growing up in Jersey in the 90s, my options for music were pretty limited. Ace of Base, Bon Jovi, or Bush? So, I found refuge in The Beatles. I fell in love with the Abbey Road album and became obsessed with the late 60s & early 70s. I turned all my jeans into bell-bottoms with moms' old Singer and tried to get my friends to call me Yoko. (Lame, I know.....plus it didn't work)

I dreamt of growing up and living like a gypsy- traveling, being involved with things that added value, surrounding myself with good music, interesting art, and dear friends. And that, is just what I'm doing!

Well, sort of..........
15 yrs and 5 cross-country moves later I still own (and cherish) said stolen goods. I may still be a work in progress, but I'm keeping the dream alive.......and that counts for something right?