Where is the Blood Coming From? · Mar 16, 03:33 PM
This won’t be as nice and compact as I usually like to write posts but then again life isn’t nice and compact (enough with the “heavy” verbiage already? Agreed.) Here goes.
We had a fantastic show at the Black Cat. The sound was perfect and it may have been my best night of singing in quite some time. Everyone treated us well and some folks I hoped would come didn’t make it but others I wasn’t really expecting did. The key was everyone there paid rapt attention and gave me the opportunity to connect with the audience in the way that I crave and is really why I play live in the first place. I was also given a giant lucky penny from Vegas. Seriously – thats the sign of a good night.
A funny after effect is that I gave away small silk screen prints of some of my illustrations and word on the street is that the bulk of the bar staff is now considering getting tattoos of my crazed drunken octopus made famous by it’s appearance previously on posters/tees for The Caribbean. Speaking of the boys – I caught three songs of their set the same evening for the DCIFF and the re-working of “Hollywood” was breathtaking. Even if we hadn’t had a good show it would have been a good day.
I finished reading the book I have about Eitzel and AMC. I needed to be done. I didn’t know Kathleen Burns (the muse for so many early AMC songs) had died of an overdose in 98. It explains a lot and it hit me harder than I expected. Funny as I certainly never met her and I only know Mark in such a superficial way that it barely counts. Yet I have lived with their relationship through these songs for so many years that we are more connected than Mark could ever feel comfortable with. I did like the book stayed true to Eitzel’s lack of candor about his sexuality (he came to terms with being gay post-Kathleen but obviously never stopped loving her.) Recommended for fellow sad sacks like myself.
Everything else seems to be in a mild swirl of turmoil as I need to turn the corner on my two books this month. Work has been nuts (what I am working on project-wise. Actual life at the office is always great.) Finding time is always hard and seeming impossible at times of late. Lily has a fab new hairdo and life goes on around me. Speaking of Lily – she jumped on my back as I was leaned over and I had to brace myself in an odd manner. When I rose I felt a pinch in my shoulder. I rolled my arm in a windmill and then heard the dreaded “pop.” It continues to provide a great deal of discomfort if I dare try to raise my arm above my head. Might be an MRI in my future…
Blood? Oh yes – you want to know about the blood in the title eh? If you insist.
Friday night the dogs have been playing outside for two hours without incident. This might be a record. I bring them in to wipe their feet and see Lucy’s white fur has patches of blood on her back. I know this is from Scooby jumping on her which means he somehow has blood on his feet. Ominous to say the least.
Scooby comes in and there are big fat drops of blood on the floor. However, I have little idea where to look for the source as he has blood on all of his feet, in patches on his back, on both ears in different areas and most disconcertingly in a large patch on his neck. He barely seems to notice but oblivious and Scooby go hand in hand. I get him into the kitchen with a towel to better assess the damage and he proceeds to shake sending tiny red splatters everywhere. If CSI ever comes to our house with those fancy lights I had better have an iron clad alibi…
I am most concerned with the neck as this might indicate Lucy has throttled him in a less than playful manner and some tough decision could be at hand. They fight like siblings but there has never been any damage and I can’t think about the possibility of breaking up our little family but it won’t be able to be ignored if this is as bad as it looks. Crap. I hustle him up to the shower.
Once in the bathroom he escapes and shakes again. Great. No detective will ever believe my innocence now.
I have to climb in with him and he is less than pleased about the whole deal. After much scrubbing the blood starts to wash away revealing that this entire scarlet coating is coming from a single nasty cut to his ear and his bouncing all over the place in his Scooby manner has gotten the blood everywhere. We dry him off, cordoned away from more crime scene construction, and patch it up. Miraculously the ad hoc bandage makes it through the night. Everyone returns to their goofy little roles in our family for better or worse. Just a tiny scar to mark the occasion.
— John Foster
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