Ten Specifics About the Author:
1. I like living in Seattle, tucked in a home ensconced by bamboo.
2. I like old films, gaming, spontaneous road trips + singing.
3. I like witty banter because it can be exhilarating.
4. I like driving fast... or as fast as I can manage.
5. I like cool music + hot musicians... a LOT.
6. I like to combine #4 and #5 often. Lather, rinse, repeat!
7. I like many things and am mercurial in my crushes.
8. I like pens, words and books. It's fair to call me a word nerd.
9. I like hot buttered popcorn more than I should.
10. If you are curious about anything else, ask.
Last Song by @JasonWebley - an amazing song from Against the Night.
“One day,
The snow began to fall,
And slowly, inch by inch,
Covered up the earth.
‘Til finally,
The top of the tallest building,
Was lost beneath a powdered sea,
As quiet as a shadow’s grave.
And we say that the world isn’t dying.
And we pray that the world isn’t dying.
And just maybe the world isn’t dying.
Maybe she’s heavy with child.
One night,
A woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her
Into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back,
I’d lost the way.
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,
We woke up in an alley.
To the smell of urine, alcohol,
Trash and gasoline,
With a dim sense of a notion
We’d held something in our hands,
That was bigger than us or God,
And we can never touch again.
I’ve been looking at the symptoms for a while,
Maybe she’s heavy with child.”
(c)1999 by Jason Webley
Jason: vocals, accordion, stomping, vodka bottle, pump organ, double bass
Trained monkeys: igga-di igga-di igga-digga-dup.
