Welcome to the Cacomixl blog.
Song for Blink-182
On the web, some things are cool
On the web, some things are lame
But on the web, things aren't what they seem,
'Cause every time I'm lonely,
She pops up on my screen
I'm in love with the X10 girl
I'm in love with the X10 girl
Oh I'm in love with the X10 girl
I gotta get a camera
To have her in my world
Went to Yahoo to check my mail
Feelin' low, hadn't heard from Gail
Closed the window and she was there
Does she know that I'm watchin' her?
I'm in love with the X10 girl
I'm in love with the X10 girl
Oh I'm in love with the X10 girl
I gotta get a camera
To have her in my world
[bridge]
Long blonde hair sitting by the pool
Who's the creep that's recording you?
I wish you'd run on over to me
And you can breach my "security"
Then one day, hittin' MSN
My favorite ad pops up again
But instead, what do I see
A redhead girl starin' back at me
I'm in love with the X10 girl
I'm in love with the X10 girl
Oh I'm in love with the X10 girl
That tiny little camera
Will bring her back to me
Diary Entry
Veer. Tennis, Rupa? Yeti? Yes. Cycle pathway home. Chagrin: Beetle? -- Rory, Wordfest. Damn. Call Rory: Hurry. Hungry, Snickers. Hot, Gatorade. Sunny deck, Iain Banks. Read, drink, wait. Finally, Rory. Crowchild Trail, Pollard loud. Distant Northwest Arbour Lake, Rupa, Kiran, cute Kanika. View: downtown, valley, mountains, wow. New: concrete retaining wall, hm. Yeti drives with blaring Hives. Lake itself, community courts. Warm, windless, sunset shadows. Wilsons whiff, Dunlops stray, clear fence. Yeti rusty, soon grooves. Rupa slices, spins, distinctive. Run, stroke, sweat. Suburban youth, poignance. Rupa's; Coke, Peek Freans. Kiran: Lassi? Me: OK. Heh heh, yeah, no thanks. (Sour milky yogurt drink.) Yeti into though. Yard talk: dumptruck dirt, Bobcat work. Bye-bye, Kanika. Toddler bows, "Sat sri akal" (namaste). Aww. Harvey's, burger, home. Pete 'n' Audra over, Al Pacino bio show. Later. Bed.
Andy White
Kudos to Karma Cafe for catching up with Andy White, Irish singer-songwriter, between folk festivals. (Though he's not folky in that nasty patchouli way.) But why didn't they promote him? Posters, an ad in FFWD, anything? Andy played a charming couple of sets to a mere 35 people. Perhaps it was disappointment (as well as jet lag) that prompted him to shush two patrons:I mean, from someone like Richard Buckner you might expect that kind of crabbiness, but Andy's talky singing and jangly 12-string playing are always light and sunny, so it was a jolt.
"Would you two mind shutting up, for just one song?"
"But it's our tenth anniversary, and - "
"Frankly, I don't care."
Afterwards, we bought some CDs and chatted with him. Then Andy asked me,
"Were you here last year? You look familiar."
