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Welcome to my online journal and diary where I track my life and keep you up-to-date about my latest doings, pictures, music, poetry and more.

Happy Buy Nothing Day!

Well I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and are going out and not spending a dime. I'm staying home today while my family goes out to blow money on this and that. Course that's not the real reason, but it works too.

Right now, I'm with my Da's family up by Texarkana. They're all heading out to do chores and shop. I'm very thankful for that. It means I'll get plenty of time alone today. Have the house to myself to relax, write, sleep and play my autoharp. This makes me very happy.

I've been feeling a little bit worn by too many family members around. Hyper kids and talkative kin. Meanwhile, I just peace and quiet to wallow in self-misery.

Yeah, I'm feeling very much alone. I miss having my Ex-fiancee here to keep me company and go for walks. And just spend time experiencing new things. I've had my sister a wee bit and that's been great. Hannah is growing up and turning into a very intellient, kind young lady. And I'm thrilled with that, but I still wish I had a woman to snuzzle with.

I was talking with a friend the other day who was impressed with my strength of will and character that she's been learning about from journal. Well, don't read too much into it. It's not true. I'm just as weak and pathetic as the next person. If not, more so.

I'm a dreamer, an escapist. That's one of the reasons I love faire, it takes me away from the "real world". Right now, I'm just a lonely man, who's longing to snuzzle up to a woman's warm and naked bosom and fall asleep. To wake up and make love to the wee hours of the morning and then to sleep till noon on her breasts. Warmed by each other's body and a raging fireplace.

While I may stand out in some ways, I'm really no different than the next lonely person. If anything, I'm feeling even more lonely, and worse, I feel like I'm unable to communicate that information. I feel like I have no one I can really tell that to. That's the worse crime of all, when I can't share.

I'm here with family, yet at the same time, I feel like my main family is not here. And there's nothing I can do about it. It's like she's dead. And I'm all alone again. So for now, I'll just sit here lonely and depressed, wallowing in self-pity. And maybe with a little music and a lot more writing, maybe I'll find my peace...for a while, at least. Until then, I am nameless and alone. And it's a sorrowful place to be.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Friday, November 29, 2002 | link to it

Learn to Live with Yourself First

Ah, Thanksgiving is almost here! I need the vacation...I need the sleep. These past couple weeks have been exhausting. I'm not sleeping enough. I can't wait to catch up on it over the next couple days before I get back into my regular routine of sleep deprivation. (Is this a common theme with me?)

Well I was talking with a friend today. And we got to talking about the 24-hour challenge. That's where you can spend 24-hours with someone and not strangle them. It's a good sign in a relationship.

But it occured to me that a successful relationship is more than just that. To me, it's not just the ability to spend time with someone. It's the ability to spend time alone when you ARE with someone.

One of the best examples of this was my mom's parents. I'm sure I see their relationship with colored lenses, but I have a very clear image of them quietly going through their lives. My Grandma would make dinner, clean and what not. My Grandad would work in the garden, do repairs and what not. In the evening, they'd sit down in the living room. She would read. He would play solitaire. They didn't talk much that I remember. But they were together even though they were doing separate things.

Okay, I might not want quite as much apart time as they seemed to have, but at the same time, I do realize that that time is important. I wish in my past relationship that we had had more such time where I could work on my music, and my Ex could work on her art. I think, in such a situation, I will be better able to find my personal quiet time alone, while still enjoying a loving relationship.

Unfortunately, too often, I find myself giving into My desire to constantly be there for her. Denying myself to please someone else. That's wrong.

I remember many years ago, Andrew was in a very dysfunctional relationship. And he made a comment that made me think, "Holy crap, something's wrong!".

About the girl he was dating, "She's my greatest joy and my greatest sorrow!"

And while I can think about that and laugh, it's not too far off from me sacrificing my personal values, thoughts and feelings for someone else. Hell, in some ways, it's only now that I realize what I like, as opposed to what she liked. I fell into a trap, where she was my conscience and desire. And I think vice versa. Consequently, it got to a point where we had no opinions. We just swayed with the wind.

So now, I'm making a conscious effort to establish my feelings and opinions as my own. I'm almost too happy to give my opinion first to someone just so they don't have an opportunity to influence my decision.

Yeah, I guess it's kinda weak and pathetic. But hey, I'm only human!

Posted by Marc Gunn on Wednesday, November 27, 2002 | link to it

Please Take My Heart and Play Squash With It

I got a couple o'responses to yesterday's journal which is nice to hear. It's always cool to know people are reading your thoughts...for better or worse. ;)

One person mentioned the very thing I did yesterday. A friend had 'fallen' for someone after just a couple dates. As I've said, I can totally relate to that though. I used to do the same thing before my Ex-fiancee.

I think it stems from lack of maturity in relationships. My guess is that there are a lot of people out there who just haven't dated much. For me, it was the fact that I lacked confidence in myself. I'm sure many others are the same.

Others, no doubt, look in the wrong direction for romance. They find their ideals and are afraid of potential persecutions if the person they date does not meet with their perceived standards of what kinda of person they should be with.

I missed out on several potential romances due to that bizarre questioning. I remember one girl who was slightly over-weight and a bit of an outcast in high school. We never hooked up, but she was a very sweet person and looking back, we probably would've gotten along great in a relationship.

Many years ago, I was an Amway distributor. I learned some good things from Amway despite the "brainwashing". One thing I learned was it's all a numbers game. The more people you can date, the more you will find out more about who you want. I've been going out on a lot "dates" with people who I know want match up well with me. But I figure, "What the hell?!" I have to start somewhere. I know many of the characteristics I love were in my Ex. She was almost the perfect woman for me. But not quite.

Is there a perfect woman for me out there? Maybe. But the only way I'll find her is by meeting and dating new people. Finding what I like and what I don't like.

To some degree, it's like one of my favorite movies of all time, "Groundhog Day" where Bill Murray must relive the same day over and over until he gets it right.

Dating is kinda the same thing. And yet most people don't take the time to date around. They find one person and focus all their efforts instead of keeping their options open. But then, dating is not an easy thing.

For me, the only thing I think I have in my favor is that I have a minor "celebrity" status. I seriously doubt I'd get tenth as many dates if I wasn't known...especially since most of the women I'm currently dating are fans! Or woman I've met while performing.

Fact is I still don't have much confidence at asking out a stranger. The whole idea of giving "a line" is repulsive to me. I'd much rather stand out and have someone approach me than have to go up and try to come up with some B.S. small talk.

small talk

Okay, I admit it hate small talk. Part of being stuck in front of a computer all day is you don't get much time to practice social skills, and small talk is one that I just don't even Want to practice.

Let's talk about something real or nada.

Okay, maybe that's not realistic and occasionally I do debase myself to small talk, but I really detest it. So how do you avoid it?

Get to know more people. Join organizations that force you into a working relationship or an environment where you have to meet people. And never put all your eggs in one basket until you both are certain ya'll are the one for each other.

But the other problem encountered is no one wants to be alone. They'd rather date someone completely different from them than to have to play the singles game. I think the sooner you learn to be comfortable alone, and know you don't "need" someone, the sooner you will find that special someone who matches your personality.

Okay, I've blabbed long enough for now. Let's write a poem...on...the color blue...and Pekingeses...

Posted by Marc Gunn on Tuesday, November 26, 2002 | link to it

Buy Nothing Day

A few years ago, I saw a show on PBS about the rampant spending that has dominated the United States for some time now. The day after Thanksgiving is typically the biggest day of the year for shopping and spending money. Thus, one group started Buy Nothing Day to try combat the commercialism that starts up the Winter holiday season.

Okay, I'll be blunt. Credit cards suck! A decade ago, I got my first credit card and started spending "virtual money". It got out of hand, and I'm still in debt from it. I've gone through a great moral battle regarding whether we should even accept credit cards for our CDs since I hate them so much. Unfortunately, when buying online, there is no other way.

So I am a big supporter of Buy Nothing Day. The media has a lot of power of the minds of the masses. And they use it too. So take the hint. Don't go shopping on November 29th, and let's let the world know that we do not support commercialism. And stay out of the malls and stores. BUY NOTHING!

There's one other thing you can do too to help out this cause. I uploaded to radio ads from the Buy Nothing Day website to our MP3 pages. I want to send those ads skyrocketing up the charts. Help us out by going to our MP3 downloads page. Then listen and download the radio ad from my site and the Brobdingnagian Bards site. And help us make an impact.

P.S. the ad should be downloadable later this afternoon or tomorrow.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 25, 2002 | link to it

What a weekend!

Ah, this was truly a delightful weekend. Saturday in particular. I was at home. Alone. By myself. Quiet. To reflect, goof off, clean, and relax! Yeah, that was nice.

Actually, I even spent a wee bit o'time updating this webpage. And I even found a couple o'moments to upload a brand new sean-nos MP3 of "My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose" to my MP3.com website. Haven't updated the featured page yet, but you can head over to my MP3 page to listen.

I also had time to reflect on dating. I was thinking about how, before my Ex-fiancee, I would go out on a date with someone and even if that person was a completely different personality, I would still want to date them! I had a short dinner with a woman yesterday. She's a very pretty woman, but obviously very different personality. Five years ago, I wouldn't have given up. Today? She's just a friend and will never be anything more because we're really two different people.

I don't know if I'm alone on this, but it seems kinda silly to me now to keep pursuing something that is obviously not right for you. Yet often times, people just want companionship. They think it must be a physical relationship in order to satiate them. But is it really? I don't think so.

The more time I have to reflect, the more I realize that it's not a physical relationship I'm really seeking. It's more of a spiritual relationship to share with God and also a woman. Sure there's the lustful part of me that wants more, that wants just to satsify the senses, but there's a bigger part of me that just wants to relationship, and not really a sexual one.

I mean, I've had the opportunities to have sexual relationships, but things aren't always the way you've imagined them. High Fidelity is one of my favorite movies for just that reason. After fighting to get his woman back, John Cusack finds himself falling for another woman who flirts with him. Then he realizes it's all about fantasies.

People fantasize about the perfect woman, but it's never that way. They lack the ideal height. They don't wear exciting lingerie. They're not as hygenic as you prefer. Their breasts aren't the same size as you've seen in adult mags. But it's all a fantasy. It's not real. The real person that you may fall in love with won't be perfect. The imperfections will be abundant, but it's those imperfections that you will miss the most when they're gone.

I could probably just jump into a physical relationship and voil&aactute;, I'd probably ready to go on a promiscuous sex-spree, but ye know, that's really not what I want. I'm more interested in finding a relationship that will last. And for me, I don't think promiscuity is the way to find something that will last. So for now, simple dates. Not necessarily even kissing someone person on the first date...can you imagine?!

And hopefully, with a little patience and heavenly love, someone special will come my way.

Picture Perfect Comments

I've had some great comments about my goatless face pictures. A couple months ago, I figured I would shave after TRF, and I think some time next month, I will do just that. Starting bid for Marc's fuzzy face, $10. Just kidding.

If I Were A Horse

I wrote this song about a decade ago. It's goofy little song that I'm gonna try and record despite the fact it's just plain ridiculous.

If I were a horse and you were a mule,
My heart would break all the same.
I'd cry on your tail. All the while would I wail
And refuse to eat my grain.

Oh, listen to this sad story.
Take head to the message I don't purvey.
Cuz it'll make you feel blue, and I'll cry boo hoo.
And I'll have to blow snot on my sleeve.

If I were pig and you were a hog,
Would that make us compatible or insane.
We'd roll in the mud, and we'd hug, and we'd hug.
And we'd play all day in the rain.

If I were a cat, and you were a dog,
Would you love me or tear me in two.
Bite off my tail, rip the whiskers from my cheeks,
And spill all my blood in the street.

Did you listen to this sad story?
Did you take head to the message I didn't purve?
Cuz it'll make you feel blue, and you'll cry boo hoo.
And you'll have to blow snot on your shirt.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 25, 2002 | link to it

New Photos Added

Well, I was digging around this morn and found two of my old publicity shots. So I added them to my Photo Gallery. Have found the milk moustache shot yet. You'll get a kick out of that.

When I was putting together Breastfed, I had my Ex-fiancee take some pictures of me with a milk moustache that read, "Breastfed?" Tacky? Yeah, maybe a bit, but it was cute. And I love the shots she took of me. Just need to find them.

Lilies of the Valley

I was chatting today with Eva Donaldson who is Lilies of the Valley.. She recently uploaded her music to MP3.com and is already planning a new CD.

It got me thinking about my next album. I keep throwing around ideas, but a few months ago, I came up with what I think is a cool idea. The album would be called Folk Music Journal. It would feature some traditional Folk & Celtic songs, plus some original music and spoken word telling my story in song...sorta. It's all written, I just need to record it some time.

Well that's one CD idea. I was also thinking about doing an album of songs that I've written about my Ex. Since she's a part of many of my songs, I figured it'd be very easy to do. Who knows though. At the very least, I did upload a sean-nos performance of "An Irish Lullaby" to my MP3 site. And it's now available to listen to!

A Time To Heal

Fallen stars and broken crowns
You watch and wonder why I fall down.
Please don't confuse madness with a frown.
And be patient as I slip underground.

So many fears of women's breathe,
Uncertainty as you undress,
You're not the love I know best.
So mayhaps I should pause to regress.

Don't wait for me to hear your cry.
I don't think I'll be there even if you try.
My heart's distressed by women's sigh.
But I'll redress by and by.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Friday, November 22, 2002 | link to it

Marc's Poetry and Song

I setup a new page just for poems and songs that were written by and about me. There's also a poem added by Rie Sheridan called, "The Soul of a Harper".

Posted by Marc Gunn on Thursday, November 21, 2002 | link to it

Conviction

Well driving home I was inspired to write a new song. I've been long wanting to have a song about Treebeard, an environmentalist song in particular. You see, I love the wilderness. I love the trees. I love the earth. But sadly enough, I've not really stuck my neck out to really start taking care of the earth I love.

In Dungeons & Dragons, I'd consider myself Neutral Good. I'm pretty neutral about a lot of things, but sometimes I left apathy take advantage of me. I see the world as very cyclical. On the one hand, I don't hold much faith in the whole Greenhouse Effect. To me, the earth will take care of itself. If we start destroying the ozone, the earth will fight back. I mean, forty years ago they said that the temperatures around the world would drop. And now, they're rising.

But that attitude really is foolish. God blessed us with an amazing planet for us to cherish. But I don't think He meant for us to destroy it. So I'm gonna use this newly inspired song to inspire me to start recycling, to start making a difference.

Long time ago, I joined the Sierra Club. Well I rejoined today. And I'm gonna get off my arse and drop by their next meeting. If you share my love of the earth. Take a moment to drop by and make a donation.

But for me, right now, I want to make a difference. And I'll start with a song:

The Heart of Fangorn

Long before men tread Middle-Earth,
Before the dwarves and elves gave birth,
There sprouted a race for the trees' defense
In the heart of Fangorn, there live the Ents.

Patiently they care for the woods.
They quietly listen as it behooves
To hear the arbors' laments and wails
From falling axes and tearful trails.

For Living Creatures all roam the land,
But hasty judgements lead to careless hands.
One thoughtless word from a thoughtless king
They ponder the death of a thousand things.

The rivers will flow though their course may change.
The birds are born and will fly away.
Men will come and men will go,
But the Ents remain longer than the falling snow.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Thursday, November 21, 2002 | link to it

Artistic Expression

I got into a great conversation on artistic expression not too long ago, and I thought I'd share:

"Well, doing art is the most important thing, even if you don't feel like you are competant artist. This is one of those areas where you have to totally ignore the critic. And just do it.

Have you ever read anything by Julia Cameron? She wrote some books on the Artist Way. Great books. But they talk about how people might be artists, but they let the "critic" turn them away from it.

This is particularly common among artists. They get a bad review or can't seem to make money at it, and they think well, I don't *need* to do it professionally or anything.

IMO If you have a faith in what you do, ignore all the criticism, you'll get there. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Our music is nothing spectacular to the commerical world. Radio stations laugh at it, but we've had 2.5 million downloads. And a good 4000 people on our mailing list. Our music may not be the best in the world, but there are a lot of people who do like it.

And it's not just us. I've heard some IMO crappy bands, but they've got a great following.

Same with art. While you may think it sucks. While a friend of yours might think it sucks. Another might say, "how much?"

Modern art is a great example. Andy Warhol had a great concept. It's kinda cheesy in many ways. But it sells.

I mean, hell, art doesn't even have to be about painting or drawing. There's also performance art. Walking around NY City in a diaper asking every woman you meet if she's your mommy.

Art is vast. Maybe those aren't things that you enjoy, but something out there is. And even if you never become the next Da Vinci, you have the ability to create, and you should. Use your shaky hand for that purpose. Open your vision to the possibilities that that gift offers.

I used to love driving down the road at night without my glasses. I could squint and see some amazing colors in the lights. All of a sudden, my vision deficiency was an advantage that NO ONE else could share.

Monet is another great example. He painted the same bridge and stream over and over. And it's amazing to see his ability to capture his growing impaired vision over the years."

Posted by Marc Gunn on Wednesday, November 20, 2002 | link to it

Harry Potter Rocks!

Went to see the new Harry Potter movie and let me say, it kicks arse! I remember watching the first one and coming away a little disillusioned and disappointed. Crappy graphics, slow story. All that was well-addressed with the new movie. It's a fantastic must-see. I give it a 36 broken string salute!

Posted by Marc Gunn on Tuesday, November 19, 2002 | link to it

Cnsring My Th**ghts

Well, a stinkola decision was made this morning. I think I'm gonna have to start censoring this journal a wee bit. As much as I love writing my personal thoughts, I'm really starting to worry that some people will take offense and that I may end up hurting my relationships with people if I keep posting all this info.

So how will this change? I don't know. I'm not sure if I can post info freely while still leaving out important discoveries with people. So I'll do the best I can.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Tuesday, November 19, 2002 | link to it

Boneglove and Sushi

This evening was very enlightening. Tonight I went out with Stacy. We started the evening at Sake on Sixth, a Japanese sushi restaurant near I-35 on the infamous Sixth Street. Stacy doesn't eat Japanese, but came down for the company since we were meeting up later to go see Boneglove at Steamboat. But I also went there to meet with the manager of the restaurant. He wants to make the restaurant an alternative live music venue. Sounds sorta like a replacement for the Empanada Parlour that shut down a few months back. The owner said he liked our music and wanted to have us perform there. So Stacy and I went to check it out.

It's a very cool place. Being fairly close to I-35, it's a bit removed from the hub of Sixth Street debauchery. The interior is perfect for an unplugged set. The outside is nice for being amplified. Nice cozy size. And there's valet parking, plus, lots of security cameras being located next to the Texas Lottery Commission. So it seems like a pretty safe place to go to. I'm not yet sure if this'll fly, but I'd love to get your feedback, especially since it's on Sixth Street.

Any case, I had a great time chatting with Stacy. She's a very cool person and religion aside, we have some great similarities. She's also extremely hot and was a walking temptress. That and the fact that she thinks I am hot too. It's kinda exhilirating and a welcome change.

Any case, after hitting Sake on Sixth, we met up with Rie and went to the Boneglove show and enjoyed an Austin original. Boneglove plays some sorta hardcore funkadelic rock. Great band. The keyboardist reminds me of Rita Moreno and seems so nibble-able. Very cute. The band had a lot of energy and was a lot of fun. It left me missing, and happy to not miss, playing in rock bands. On the one hand, I don't miss lugging around all the heavy equipment. On the other, I miss having a band back me up as I dance, sing, and terrorize the stage.

Oh and before them, was a cool contemporary rock duo, Cameron Road. The female vocalist of the duo is very hot, has a beautiful smile, and a great stage presence. Check out both these bands if you have some time.

Open Season on Bards

It's really weird to go out on dates now. I almost feel like hunting season has opened up on me. Admittedly, it's kinda exciting, but it also seems like a lot of pressure. I miss the reliability of not having to worry about a relationship or what not. Fortunately, tonight was great for not feeling pressured, but in general, it's kinda weird.

I mean one thing I learned was that there were several people out there who thought I was sexy. I've never really seen myself as sexy. My Ex-fiancee always said so, but while I've long tried to mold my image into such, I just can't seem to accept it. I still feel like the insecure nerd I was in junior high. But chatting with Stacy made me feel a little bit more so.

It must be bizarre to be a sex symbol. I certainly wouldn't put myself in that category, but I feel like I'm getting a small taste of what it might be like, and it's wild.

But for now, I'm enjoying the attention. I really haven't dated much, and so to date women who think I'm hot is kinda cool. I've always been clueless to things like that. So I'm excited to hear people's interest.

Ode to a Nut arose while grabbing some groceries tonight. It's just kinda fun.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Tuesday, November 19, 2002 | link to it

Austin Celtic Music

I was doing some brainstorming this morning after I got some Austin Celtic Association emails as to how to build the membership. And I've been going through a lot of different promotional ideas.

I've always been a big fan of email newsletters like my Celtic Music MP3s Magazine that I publish every week. It's doing quite well. And the link I published above links to an archived copy of the newsletter. For some reason, I couldn't seem to publish on the Celtic MP3s website.

Any case, I was thinking benefits. What are the benefits of joining the ACA?

Well here's what I know about:

Latest Austin Celtic email news
Membership card (coming soon)
ACA Newsletter (when we can afford to send it), and
discounts to Celtic music performances at the Cactus Cafe.

What else would make it valuable to fork over $20 for an annual membership?

Some thoughts I had to inspire memberships were:

Have Things Celtic sell memberships for us and take a $5 profit.
Make it easier to sign up online through our website. CDstreet would handle the transaction and take their 20%
More benefits like maybe a sticker and more personalized contact between board members and new subscribers

That's all that comes to mind off hand. Talk to me if you have any ideas.

More bardic product ideas

Andrew also threw out the idea of selling Elven jewelry online. We were hoping to talk to some faire vendors, but not enough time this weekend to do it. And it slipped our minds. So I briefly talked to The Lady in Green about since she is also a jeweller. We'll see if we can get it rolling.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 18, 2002 | link to it

What's In A Kiss?

Another year of faire is over and done. And I'm filled with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I'm thrilled that I don't have to sit in a car for 2 1/2 hours to and from faire. On the other hand, I'm really gonna miss the people...and the opportunities.

This was a wild weekend, all things told. I probably kissed more women this weekend than I've kissed in my life. Well maybe not quite, but it wasn't far off. I hadn't kissed that many women before this weekend. But I got a wee bit of experience here. It's actually kinda interesting finding out how people kiss. Who the good ones are. And who needs a wee bit'o'education.

I was fortunate I think. My very first girlfriend in the 11th grade, Claire, was a great kisser. She was a wonderful tease. We hooked up on the way back from Six Flags Over Texas. I had never had a serious kiss before. I don't remember the feeling or the taste, but I remember how tantalizing a kisser she was. She didn't give all.

I remember a slight lip kiss. And while I was anxious to just start French kissing, she held back. Offered a little tongue, then pulled back. I was so frustrated, but at the same time, soooo turned on.

This weekend, there were a couple open mouth kisses, but it boggles my mind how someone goes straight for that. Learn to saviour the moment. Now one woman, Rose, was an incredible kisser. Would've been better if she didn't smoke. But wow, what a kisser! She was also my first opportunity to "play" though I didn't take her up on it.

The whole faire mentality is really interesting. The idea of "playing" whereby you might have a sexual relationship with someone, but it's just that. All sexual and no commitment. That idea doesn't sink well with me. It's kinda contrary to my nature despite my raging hormones.

But I had the opportunity which I never really thought was possible. Well, excepting our first Rock Star gig offer--a convention that offered us the opportunity to "get laid". What a shocking concept! Someone would actually offer that for a gig!? Guess we made the big time!

Oh on the other side of things, stay tuned. I'm still trying to work this out with my Ex, but I think we're gonna publish a book of kisses. Hopefully, we'll get it done before Valentine's Day. But over the course of our relationship, we came up with a dozens of fun kisses that made Andrew sick to his stomach. But they are all very sweet. I'm really hoping that my Ex fiancee and I will be able to write a book on it and publish it in the very near future.

Another Saturday Night...in the Cold

Well despite the fact that I had at least one offer for a "bed warmer", and it would've been nice since it froze that night. I had a great evening. I spent it instead going out to the patron campgrounds to scrounge for food, see a fan's hand-fasting, find some Loki, and to hang out with another with Peacock.

We had a nice time. We headed out with her friend (and our fan) Amy. We visited one of her other friends camp sites and sat in front of a fire. The evening was very cold. But the fire felt great. One of Peacock's friends found out who I was and told me she had downloaded "An Irish Lullaby" from MP3.com and was a very ever since. That's always really flattering and exciting to see far our music is reaching. So I played the song for her, and she seemed delighted by that.

Afterwards, Peacock and I went over to the drum circle to find Amy who went earlier. I was starting to feel tired and wanting some quite time, so I walked back to the camp. That was actually a good move for me. I find Peacock very pretty and would like to hang out with her a wee bit, but it didn't seem like we were gonna have much time together. So it was nice to see that I could break away easily enough from her.

In the past, I used to hang around women for hours and be kinda miserable because I wanted to be with them. It's a piece of my dependency that clings on. Who knows if they're hoping for more. All I know is that I'm not a fast mover. And I'm thankful for that.

Come to think of it, all the people I kissed this weekend were instigated by the women! Interesting... No I guess there was one.

Well any case, I finally made it back and wrote a killer instrumental on the autoharp... Hopefully, I still remember it. And then went to my tent to fall asleep. I think I slept fairly decently despite the hard ground and the cold. I could've used another blanket or a person beside me, but I was more than happy to have what I did. Just a me and my thoughts.

The Last Day of Faire

Well the last day came at...well, at last. I was able to pull together a decen performance of "Old Dun Cow", and Andrew added "Orange and Green" to our repetoire. The day kinda sped by though. But at day's end I got to spend time with another faery. This Pink Faery is a very sweet divorced woman with kids. We'd been flirting a little bit, and we got to do some more for the Champagne Toast that evening. I'd definitely like to get to know her more. She seems very loving. But also a little bit taken a back since she came out a kinda bad marriage.

Fiery Songs for the Fae and Fond Farewells

Okay, now Ember is the sweetest! She's the cute, young woman who was married to Figwort (I think) and who loves our music. I sooo enjoyed playing music for her at front gate. If there's anything that makes me love playing music, it's women like her.

I think she's a romantic. We'd play "Lady Faery" for her and tears would well up. But then on Sunday evening, I was back out there playing some of my sad and depressingly beautiful ballads at front gate, and she had some more tears. Even played for her...well mostly the melody of the song that was inspired by her last weekend since the lyrics aren't yet done. I'm gonna miss her.

I'll also miss the Faery Picnic. I loved all the Faeries. They are the sweetest people out there it seems. And it's such a delight to see all the bright cheerful faces of the children as we play our songs.

I'll also miss all our new fans that came out to see us. And I can't begin to express how much I'll miss our "entourage". We had six great people helping us sell CDs this year. And if the attendance had been decent, we might've done pretty well over the course of the faire. As it is we just don't know.

Will we be back next year? I hope so...sorta. Andrew's the more sensible one of us. I think mostly with my heart. Andrew with his head. Fact is though the pay at TRF is lousy. And we expected a lot more income from weddings. But it didn't happen. And from the look of things, I don't think they're gonna like the idea of us asking for more money especially as bad a financial hit this year's faire took from all the rain.

I know the Faeries are hoping we will because they want to have us to write some music for some of their scenarios. And I hope so too. Because I really had a great time, and will miss people tremendously if we can't come back out. But again, Andrew's the sensible one. We could probably make as much at 2-3 conventions as we did the entire run of TRF! So who knows?

Back Home and Plans for the Future

Meanwhile, I'm really looking forward to this coming weekend. The week looks really busy. I have three dates. Well sorta. I'm hanging out with three different women over three different nights. And as much as I look forward to spending time with them. I can't wait to have a night to myself!

But the next few weeks will be busy. I'm hoping to get back into recording with Andrew, starting this weekend. We have three CDs to work on and "Memories of Middle Earth is at the top of the list. We've a lot of songs to work on. Happily, I got a great response to some of my new songs. And hopefully, there'll be plenty more a-coming...

Then there's some gigs. Yes, I know, we need to be booking many, many more gigs. It's just been tough to do right now. But I'm hoping now that faire is over, we can start relaxing and focusing on getting gigs.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 18, 2002 | link to it

Well I guess I get to re-express myself. I wrote this wonderful long dissertation, but I guess it wasn't enough because I hit a wrong button and it deleted. DOH! So let's try again.

A Toast to the Lonely and Depressed

Yesterday afternoon, a friend told me that his recent relationship with a woman ended. He was devasted and feeling very lonely. But by the end of the day, they were back together taking it "one day at a time."

It made me think of my relationship with My Ex-fiancee. My Ex and I kept putting off the BIG stuff with the hope that it would some day go away or something. But it eventually it caught up with us. And that's the very thing that hit me when we broke up. I was feeling like I would be lonely forever. And who knows, maybe I will.

But now tha I am, I still don't miss being single. Sure I have the freedom to date lots of women, but the constant wondering whether this person "likes" you, or the worry that you might not "get some" is just ridiculous. It's a pain in the arse.

That's why I'm doing my best to be as honest in relationships as possible. If I can't, then I tell them to come here. Because the last thing I want to do with my journal is compromise the honesty that I feel I can relate. Yeah, it's likely to hurt people, and that's not my intent. But I enjoy sharing all my thoughts and that to me is priceless.

But the loneliness seems way to common. I was talking to another friend about it. There are a bunch of beautiful and sweet people who might be single, or end up settling for some substandard person, or just the wrong person altogether. And it makes you wonder who the "right" person really is?

Will I ever find that "right" person? Coming from the lonely person I am, God, I hope so. I so love the company of others, but I can't deny that I need a LOT of quite time. I need time to be alone with my thoughts. I need time to be lonely, so that I'm forced to thing about life, music, relationships, and more.

That's one thing that was delightful about my three day romance with The Lady in Green. I felt confident in the fact that I had someone. So I could go out and "date" or rather "hang out" without any pressure.

Now that that's over though, the feeling continues. I'm no longer worried about or trying to "getting laid" or even finding the "perfect mate". I'm just looking for friends, people to hang out with while still making time for me.

A long time ago, I resigned myself to the fact that I'd be forever alone. Then I met my Ex. Now I resigned myself to the fact that it's no rush. Yeah, there are people who excite me beyond belief, but only time will tell, and only God knows for sure if this or that was meant to be.

Picture Perfect

Well, I had planned on going out to see Austin Powers with Caitlin, but fortunately, that was delayed till next week. I needed the time alone. Even though all I did was chat on email pretty much. At least I got to spend it alone with my thoughts.

But I did do a wee bit more. In fact, I finally put together a small little photo gallery featuring a few of the pictures my Ex had taken of me. Most are pretty recent.

I also finally decided to buy some CDs that I've been wanting for a while, including music by Joni Mitchell, Enya, Sinead O'Connor and Black 47.

Some Men

Some men talk. Other men brag.
Some men are best when they want to shag.
I won't claim that I'm the best. Nor am I the king.
Because all this poor boy can do is sing.

I'll a sing a love song especially for you.
I'll breathe life to the words. They'll flow in and out of you.
I'll sing with passion and make your heart beat.
I"ll sing you a lullaby and hold you while you sleep.

Some men build mountains. Some men lay bricks.
Others lay women without taking a pick.
I won't try to seduce you or string you along.
I'll only juice you with my love song.

Some men are strong. Some men are rich.
Others burn ladies like a Salem witch.
I won't try to burn you, but I will warm your heart.
With a song that will comfort you. A melody set apart.

Some men work hard. Some men work smart.
Others work women over then tear them apart.
I won't work against you. But a song I will whisper
That will repair the would that made you blister.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Friday, November 15, 2002 | link to it

Sleep Deprivation Is Not A Good Thing

I went to bad way too late last night. But it was a neat evening nonetheless.

After having a wonderful discussion with The Lady in Green in the afternoon then a phone discussion until my Austin Celtic Association meeting, I left feeling quite stimulated. Had a great meeting with the ACA and then went out with a local Nagian, Stacy.

We had a few drinks, went to see Cluan across the street at Mother Egan's Irish Pub and then made it home just before midnight. And decided to screw around on the computer. Eventually, The Lady in Green came home and we chatted for a wee bit where it was decided we'd have to chill a bit.

It's great to meet strong women. Women who know when enough is enough. Women who take care of themselves. Because admittedly, I've been a bit neurotic recently. Certainly, I enjoy it and the time I spent chatting with The Lady in Green was very beneficial. It was nice to meet someone who shares similar values, and she helped get me out of the pathetic view of just wanting to bang every girl I meet. Yes, I know it's shallow. But that's how I was feeling after my fiancee and I broke up. So I was pleased to meet The Lady in Green and no doubt, this will help our friendship to grow a wee bit more respectably.

No, I'm not one to rush into things... What's that song from Camelot?

The Seven Deadly Virtues

The seven deadly virtues those gastly little traps
Oh no, my liege they were not meant for me.
The seven deadly virtues were meant for other chaps
Who love a life of failure and unwee.
...
I always love to rush in where angels fear to go.

Well you get the idea. Nevertheless, I moved wayyy too fast with my Ex, and I guess this was moving too fast too. So thank you, Naomi.

The Star Struck Phenomena

But it raises some interesting questions really. Stacy and I talked a wee bit about this last night.

Admittedly, one thing I like about playing music is the attention I get. I never got much growing up. Especially from women. I was never considered sexy, handsome. Maybe cute. But that's about it. I was nerd. And I'm cool with that, but I've learned that there's something different that happens when you perform on stage. People treat with more respect that perhaps you deserve. Awe and reverence. It's kinda silly really, but I'm guilty of it too.

Take my meeting with Patrice Pike on Monday. It was tough chatting with her, and she's only a local celebrity. Heck, take Dragon*Con for instance. That was a prime example. The only person I really felt easy approaching was the guy who played Boba Fett. There were stars there who I didn't even know and yet I felt somewhat intimidated...awestruck.

Meanwhile, we're just a couple'a bards. Nothing special in the grand scheme of things. We play some music that some people really like. But we're only human. Yet, people still put us on a pedestal.

It was really bizarre when one of our close friends announced she had a crush on Andrew. Kinda blew him out of the water. Me too. I mean, we're just friends. Yes, I think Andrew has a lot of charm. But he's not ALL that. Nor am I, but I feel the reprecussions too.

Not that I'm complaining. If anything it makes me happier, because I'm shy enough as it is. Too often, I put women on a pedestal. And doing that I find it nearly impossible to talk to them. The music helps in that respect. At least we're both up there. And can enjoy the view together. And thanks to that I can get a date now much easier than when I was a nerd.

But it also imbues certain powers and therefore responsiblities. And thanks to the three days with The Lady in Green, I feel a little bit more able to be in control.

Dating A Broken Bard

The other big thing I feel I got out of this, and even last night's "date" with Stacy is I really need to spend some time with me. I think I'll have to limit myself to one date a week. I'm actually going out with another Nagian tonight to the new Austin Powers movie. I figured I wanted to meet do a lot of dating and I am. But I also need to date myself a lot (boy, that sounds twisted).

Funny thing is, I just found out that my Ex's new beau broke things off with her last night too. Which is good for her. I think she's not been spending enough time with herself too. But that doesn't mean I expect anything. I'm pleased to feel that our friendship is flourishing. And I know it always will. We are "kindred spirits" which doesn't necessarily mean that we have to marry and live happily ever after. But it does mean that we will will grow together, though apart.

Oh, Ye Gotta Have Faith

It was really nice chatting with Stacy last night. I used to wish I could hang out with more of our fans (female in particular;) when I was dating my Ex, and last night was a pleasant introduction to that.

Stacy, it seems to me, is one of those strong females. She knows what she wants, and she's adamant in her beliefs. I admire and respect that greatly. Course we have different faiths. I am a Christian and she's a Celtic Pagan.

I've met a lot of pagans since we started playing music. And it kinda baffles me a wee bit. I'm learning a lot. Everything from being persecuted to being lumped with Satanists. Fortunately, I'm very open to accepting others, because I've met many kind and wonderful pagans. And it is a shame that anyone would condemn and judge them for their beliefs.

In college, I was a member of United Campus Ministry. And it was fun to say that UCM was one of the most diverse Christian organizations on campus. We even had a Moonie.

But what was really great is that we took the time to experience some other beliefs. Visited a Jewish Synagogue. Had Muslim speakers. No, can't say we ever went to a Pagan ceremony, but we were open and accepting. And I learned a lot from the UCM to be open-minded, and I think it's something everyone should do.

Don't judge someone for their beliefs. If you must judge them, judge them on their character.

Now that doesn't mean you have to marry them. I'm not sure I could really ever have a relationship with a pagan, other than as a friend. It's too conflicting with my personal beliefs. But I am more than happy to enjoy their friendship. And I look forward to Stacy's.

Well, I guess it's time for another poem I wrote last weekend. Inspired by The Lady in Green. I guess it makes a pleasant conclusion to this week's romance.

The Kissing Card

The Lady in Green looked up from her thoughts.
I could see a smile
And it warmed my heart.

The Lady in Green stood up to walk away.
My heart went a-flutter.
What should I say?

M'Lady, will you tell me your name?
M'Lady in Green,
Would you share with me your name.

The Lady in Green drew forth a card.
A card for a kiss.
A kiss for a bard.

The Lady in Green had the warmest lips.
My knees began to quiver.
As we shared that sweet kiss.

Then came an idea from somewhere inside.
I returned the card.
The ensuing kiss left me tongue-tied.

The Lady in Green left without a word.
A muse for my mind.
Wings for this songbird.

Poem from Morrigan Cerridwen

Well, I got a beautiful poem today from a friend. For those (like me), who are clueless about paganism, here's some facts that came with the poem:

"Canola is the Irish goddess that first created the harp after hearing the wind blow through whale bones that had dried out on the shore. Dagda is kinda like the equivalent of Zeus (not quite but you get the idea) He created a harp that is played to change the seasons O'Carolyn you have probably heard of. He was known as the "Last Harper" when he died all of Ireland quite fighting everyone united for 3 days for his wake & to honor him. Ai pronounced aw was a celebrated bard."

Marc Gunn

Canola blesses her son Marc
Who plays upon her sacred harp
His gentle hands they impart
Music that dances within the heart

The Dagda's son noble & bold
With his harp he alters the seasons of your soul
From the suns warm kisses to the dark winds cold
Sometimes even painting, with music, the sunsets glow

Imbued with the talents of O'Carolan & Ai
Overflowing with majestic songs
His fingers light, his passion long
His heart true & strong

An endearing smile
A dragons whimsical guile
He chases away life's trials
Pulling him to you all the while

If you've got something to share, please send it to me, I'd love to read it and possibly even post it.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Thursday, November 14, 2002 | link to it

What an evening last night was! Had a blast at Cafe Mundi. That had to be one of our Top 10 best shows. I haven't laughed so hard in a LONG time! Check out the Nagians Discussion Group for Rie's review, or the Bard's Tale for my review.

My brother Sean is back from Italy. He was visiting his son, Daniel, and my mom. And he brought back Lavazza! Mmmm. Yes, if you are ever looking for REAL coffee, don't go to Starbuck's (go there for other reasons;), get some Lavazza. I'm convinced that God drinks it. I mean it is after all heavenly.

Well I was a bit disappointed to find out yesterday that The Lady in Green won't be out at TRF again this weekend. That really stinks, because I've been having the greatest time talking to her. It seems we have a lot in common. Still a lot to learn (and remember), but it's a blast learning it. The tough part is keeping my feet on solid ground.

I have trouble floating away with ideas. So it takes a BIG effort to keep solid footing. I'm a dreamer after all. It seems like half of my childhood was spent dreaming. But you know, I don't do it as much any more. And actually, that's kinda disappointing. I miss it. I mean, heck, it's been a while since I've dreamed alone. Some times being alone allows you to dream more honestly. You can dream for you. And not have to worry about dreaming for someone else too.

My Ex-fiancee's dream was to move to New Mexico and live in the desert. I remember one trip we took up to Santa Fe (great city BTW). We decided to take this scenic route that went up and around and back into town. We started on the road and my Ex went on and on at how beautiful the desert environment was with the rocks and clifs and gradations. It was nice. But then we started climbing into the mountains. And then I started going on and on about the trees and green pastures. That certainly was a concern for me. How I love the mountains!

I remember going with my mom and Tiziano (he's sorta my step-dad) up to this abandoned military fort from WW II. It was enshrouded in mist. Old, decrepit and abandoned. It was beautiful. The cool fresh scents in the mountains, the serenity. It was so quite and peaceful. I need to find out where that was...and go back some time.

Okay, here's another nice depressing poem I wrote last weekend.

I Met A Wise Man

On a hill I met a wise man
With the vision to see.
He told me of a woman
Who one day I'd meet.

He told me she'd love me
Until the day that I die.
But he neglected to tell me
That her love was a lie.

For I met this woman
And we shared our best years.
Till she said it was over
And she left me in tears.

Now I'm lonely and tormented
A new lover she's found.
And the wise man's demented.
And very soon I'll be drowned.

Have a great day!)

Posted by Marc Gunn on Wednesday, November 13, 2002 | link to it

Ah! Milk for breakfast. It's too early. I'm back at work and not thrilled about it. I stayed up a wee bit later than I should talking to The Lady in Green, Naomi. Yes, I finally learned her name. She kept it hidden from me for a while. Oh, and before I forget, Hello to Naomi's mom!

One thing really nice about being single again is that I find it much easier to talk to a wide range of people. Sunday night, I went sifting through a bunch of people who'd written us in the past year and dropped them a hello message. So many people change email addresses.

Then yesterday, I started a nice chatting session with Amanda, a young girl Andrew and I met at Dragon*Con this year. She was wearing hot snakeskin pants. She's a sweet lass who also had a recent breakup. So we exchanged virtual hugs.

Hugs for the poor...

I love hugs. And I'm told I give great hugs. I like to give full body hugs. To sorta surround and encompass them with warmth... Course mostly women, but there are a few men I'll give hugs to. I've gotten a lot of compliments for 'em though.

I think the reason I got so good at them was the unavailability issue. Since I was unavailable, Andrew would be the one to meet all the women and flirt hard. I found it difficult to flirt (usually, but not always). Actually, when we first started playing at Excalibur, we joked that I would have to "live vicariously through Andrew".

Well that got old quick. So how could I do it on my own? Hugs.

The best hugger I ever knew was the large black girl from College. She was in United Campus Ministry with me. And oh, she gave the best hugs. I just melted in her body and arms. I guess, that's kinda how I felt I should give hugs. And so far no complaints...

Okay, there have been a few when I get carried away and give a wee bit'o'bear hug... Or there was a twirling hug I gave a last weekend to one of the French court laides. It was in a precarious position that left us...um...[literally] rolling in the hay. We went spilling to the ground. I'm just lucky I didn't flash anyone with my kilt. But I fear that will be a running joke for now on...ugh!

Cellphones, dying batteries and renewed hopes

Any case, after spending the day venting with Amanda, I was excited to share the rest of the day chatting with Naomi. It started briefly with email exchanges and then we moved to instant messenging and concluded the evening with a wonderful talk until my cell phone battery died. Then back to instant messenging.

I'm not used to talking to someone for so long. Last time I did that was in high school. But this was much much more enjoyable, and promising too. Who knows I might even be able to use up some of those minutes I never use on my phone.

I got my cell phone a couple years ago now and I've never EVER gotten close to using up the minutes. Even reduced them at one point. I guess now I might need to find out when "Night and Weekend" minutes is official. Shoot, the only people I call typically are my Ex and Andrew. So gotta figure this out.

Well we talked our ears off. And to quote my friend, Anne of Green Gables, I think we might be "kindred spirits". But we're still learning a lot about each other.

Everybody wants my G-String!

But can you believe the nerve of her to ask for one of my "G-Strings"!!!! I mean seriously, just because I was thinking about bracelets and she knows metals...

Yeah, I think that's my next art project, making bracelets. I used to make grass bracelets in college, but I was thinking I need to find a way to turn my expensive string-breaking skill into some thing to pay for those strings. And recently, it's become all the rage of Nagians to hoard our strings. And of course, my G-String is a top dollar item. I'm waiting to find them on eBay.

I did learn one thing from my Ex (who took a metals class last semester) though. And that is brass is fairly toxic. So I guess I'm gonna have to strip...

The brass off the string core and use that.

Well, I want to finish up right now with another sappy poem I wrote this weekend.

More than

I love you more than the scent of lavendar.
I love you more than the butterfly.
I love you more than the taste of warm apple cider.
I love you more than the clear blue sky.

I love you more than any man will.
Though many I'm sure will try.
I love you more with each passing day.
And only I will love you until you die.

I love you more than the King's sweet song.
I love you more than the blue jay.
I love you more than the rising sun.
I'd love you more if only you'd stay.

But now I love you though your love has strayed.
And many new men enter your life.
You push me away and my love augments.
For my love is the whistle of the fife.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Tuesday, November 12, 2002 | link to it

Local Celebrity Spotting

Since I was up so late last night and I also had to take my car in to be fixed, I was going in late to work today. A friend was heading to eat and asked me to join her so we headed over to Longhorn Po Boys near campus and had dinner.

Next door is a coffee house, and since I was wanting coffee, we walked next door. We were there trying to decide what to drink. My friend wanted a Chai Shake, so I started shaking to the amusement of two cute women in front of us. One was really slender with a nose ring and looked familiar. So I whisper to her, "The girl on the right reminds of Patrice Pike."

Patrice Pike is a local singer/songwriter who used to perform with Little Sister that became Sister 7. And now she performs in her new group Patrice Pike and the Blackbox Rebellion with an incredible lineup of musicians.

Lo and behold, the guy behind the counter confirms it. So after a wee bit of awkwardness (I'm never good at talking to people who intimidate me, ie celebrities and women I'd like to meet), we got to talking. My brother, Sean, used to hang out with her a bit. But we talked a bit about her new musical project, and I made a quick plug for The Bards.

Told her we'd be out at TRF this last weekend. Doubt she'll be able to make it, but that'd be cool. Patrice is a very cool cat, and an incredible performer. If you want to see someone with absolutely amazing stage presence, catch one of her shows. She's plays Tuesdays at Saxon Pub and on Fridays at Steamboat. I'm gonna have to head down in see her when I have a free Friday methinks.

Oh, and for more musical fun, this Thursday, my friend Ryan's band, Pavlov's Dogs is playing at The Mercury. Ryan is an innovative songwriter and fantastic vocalist. He also plays with Plow Monday.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 11, 2002 | link to it

Yes. I'm up wayyy too late, but I remembered one more cool thing I had to write. Sunday afternoon, Andrew and I wandered our separate ways and I went out by front gate to play music for the fairies. (One of whom reminds us of the cartoon, Dawn) Any case, as the evening was coming to a close, I played some of my new Tolkien songs for them. After which, a goblin in the group asked for a song about Peregrin Took and her. So I ablidged with a funny little ditty.

Then the Fire Faery aka Ember (the Dawn look-a-like) asked for a song about her. And they also mentioned a love affair between Ember the faery and Figwort the Goblin. I then proceeded to leave the fae (and me for that matter) speechless with a beautiful love song. I think I still have the melody and the storyline is classic. So I'm really excited about the song. I'll see if I can get it done by next weekend. But don't count on it. :)

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 11, 2002 | link to it

Oh. I also forgot to mention the delightful "Frog Kissing", as delightful as I'd hoped. Finishing the song with a nice 'ribbit' and a kiss. Thanks Stacy!

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 11, 2002 | link to it

Had a very nice weekend at TRF. As much as I miss my Ex-fiancee (aka Bella (pronounced beya), as in Bella's Highland Jig, and other inspired songs), I am pleased with how much more I'm writing these days. On our drive out to TRF, I wrote two or three poems. And one song. Wrote another and the wee hours of Sunday morning after we got back from the Clan Gunn Ceilidh in Salado.

I miss writing. And I feel a lot has rubbed off from my relationship. I never felt really confident about writing poems before. Songs always seem different. But poems... Never really enjoyed it so much.

Probably stems from my senior high school teacher. The S.O.B. sat there criticizing my poetry from his narrow-minded perspective on life. Fortunately, though I took a creative writing class in the 11th grade and, man, that was great. I learned a lot about styles of poetry. I think that was the first time I ever felt comfortable writing poetry. But it's not until now that I actually am cool with sharing my poetry. So here's a new one. I haven't looked over it. Those seem the most honest to me...

Bella is an incredible poet and introduced me to some of the beatnic poets. While they didn't totally blow me away stylistically, it did inspire me enough that I felt like writing this semi-beatnic style poem. It was written in the dark drive to Friday night on the way to TRF. I was pretty much just rambling off thoughts.

Lights whip by

Lights whip by
Cars and stars
Like broken jars.

Nothing but blackness
I can barely write
But to fight
To fight, to fight.

Explosion of a thousand
Galaxies and all
I see is me and
A broken key.

Tear down the doors
Tear open my heart
Carry it away in a cart.

Man, I feel the beat.
I long for womanly heat
To be my seat
To caress my feet.

I can almost hear drums
And a melody like Tums
And smell the Mums
Littering the ground like crumbs.

Am I delerious
Or just dextrous
I'll vext us
Here in Texas.

But the mind won't rest
Until I see you undressed
Lying on my chest
My chest, my chest.

Posted by Marc Gunn on Monday, November 11, 2002 | link to it

Wow! I was checking out the new Celtic artists on MP3.com and came across Diane Zeigler. Holy crap! She's got a performance of "Wild Mountain Thyme" that left me breathless!

Most of her music isn't Celtic. She performs more in the vein of Shawn Colvin, Alison Krauss, Amy Grant. But that is one MP3, I'd grab quickly before it disappears. Haven't listened yet to the full repetoire, but I love what I've heard so far.