Crashing the Attic

Well, color me thrilled! I was asked awhile back by Delbut (thanks Del!) to contribute a song for a tribute CD to present to Rachel Fuller, Pete Townshend, Simon Townshend and Mikey Cuthbert, of In the Attic fame. I chose to cover Behind Blue Eyes by The Who and asked my guitarist from Leather & Lace, Jim Reynolds now with Cameron Avenue band, to put his hand to the electric guitar parts. He accepted and made the song so much more than I was alone (thanks Jim!). His son Jim Jr engineered and mastered it (thanks Jim Jr!) and off it went to Rance Nakamura in Canada for the final mixdown onto the CD (thanks Rance!). Rance also did the cover/back/insert artwork (thanks again Rance!!)

Well, today Rachel reviewed and announced the CD on her blog. Thanks Rachel!!! She was gracious and kind and again, I thank her for her comments. Pete will be reviewing it next (thanks in advance Pete!). If you'd like to see the CD review and track listings, and later possibly hear the songs themselves, visit Rachel at the link below:

Look for the 9/12/07 blog entry titled Crashing the Attic

(Addendum: I've been given permission to post my contribution to CTA, a reprise of Behind Blue Eyes, at My Musicians MySpace as well as at Independent Artists Company IAC).

Tagged!?!?!

Well, I've been tagged twice, once by TOWHM and once by Sully. THANKS GUYS! So I guess I'll *play by the rules* and give this a whirl. The directions are as follows:

1) Post rules before you give your facts 2) List 8 random facts about yourself 3) At the end of your post, choose (tag) 8 people and list their names, linking to them 4) Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they've been tagged then the facts:

Facto one: I once ran approximately 16 red traffic lights at 2:30 am, fleeing from what I thought was a mad killer. Said *killer* began his chase when I sailed through a red light (nothing was coming) and blew a puff of smoke from a cigarette (I had attached to a long straw covered with silver tin foil) out of my window at him as he sat facing me across the light, waiting for it to turn green.

Facto two: I was dressed in my mother's dress from the 50s and a curly wig, in the *fleeing from a mad killer* incident (heretofore known simply as *the incident*).

Facto three: Four of my girlfriends were with me (the driver) during *the incident*. They too thought we were fleeing a mad killer (because that is what I told them). That's why they were screaming (it couldn't have been my driving).

Facto four: They too were dressed in their mother's dresses from the 50s. Two of them were also wearing wigs. One wore a wide brimmed hat and carried a large alligator purse.

Facto five: Before fleeing the *mad killer* through 16 red lights, our group had been clubhopping several favorite haunts (incognito).

Facto six: The five of us were not recognized by any of our friends/bartenders during the clubhopping, indeed one owner threw us out for insisting the eldest of us (we called her *Marge*) was 65 (we were in our 20s at the time) and needed a birthday cake with candles to celebrate properly.

Facto seven: When a second car with whirling red lights and a siren joined the parade, we discovered that it was not a *mad killer* but rather the chief of police (in an unmarked car) who had been chasing us (and quite quickly I might add) through 16 red lights.

Facto eight: I had forgotten to take my drivers license with me during *the incident*. I had to bring it to the station the next day. The policeman at the desk knew my dad because he was the Fire Chief and Grand Poobah of everything in town (remember? ::points below::). When I arrived (with 2 of my friends from *the incident*, they went for *moral support* but were laughing the whole time and almost got me in alot of trouble) the desk cop picked up a phone and said, "She's here". We were taken to a room where I was forced to sit in front of the chief while he gave me a very harsh lecture (he might not have been a killer but he sure was mad) on the dangers of running 16 red lights in a row. I had to bite my lip hard because my friends were on the other side of the room still laughing. The Chief waved a handfull of summons the whole time. They flapped back and forth while he yelled. Then he tore them in 1/2 and threw them in the garbage can and told us to go home.

It's a good thing. With all of those fines and points, I prolly wouldn't have my license back yet.

The end.

And I'm tagging:

Rachel Fuller
Bex Fuller
Gypsy Noir
Delbut
AndyfromSpiny
Gary Stockton
BallerinaGurl
Dale

INFJ

I took the Myers-Briggs (again after taking it about 30 years ago). I wonder what my profile looked like then? Whatever the case, here is what it looks like now. If you'd like to take it, click on the description below the box.



INFJs, making up an estimated 1% of all people, are the most rare type (males even more so). They are introspective, caring, sensitive, gentle and complex people that strive for peace and derive satisfaction from helping others. INFJs are highly intuitive, empathetic and dedicated listeners. These traits tend to act as a "tell me what's wrong" sign on their forehead, hence the nicknames Confidant, Counselor or Empath. INFJs are intensely private and deeply committed to their beliefs.