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We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved "Bon Voyage!" to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Friday, September 26th.
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The CD in question? "Shades of Violet" by a young woman with a decidedly familiar last name. Her music is a little more...acoustic than what I customarily listen to, but I figure if I do this maybe she'll buy my book. Whenever it comes out.
And she does a wicked cover of Joni Mitchell's "River," once you get past a few minutes of annoying interviewer:
Is this one of those weird STAR TREK time warp things? Your own daughter, grown to adulthood in some horribly cyberpunk dystopia, travels backward into the past to record a CD giving her father the very hidden clues that will allow him to alter the very continuum of space-time itself, thus avoiding the otherwise inevitable Palin Presidency For All Eternity and therefore ushering in the Utopia of President And Enlightened Voice of the Universe Obama, May He Live Forever?
Or just, y’know, a coinkydink?
I’m trying to remember the last time I bought a CD. I like the Killers a lot… but, no, my brother sent me those two CDs for nothin’, in hopes I would reject them as haughtily as I normally reject all the other bullshit he tries to make me listen to (Ben Fold’s Five pre-eminent amongst that sad lot) and he could continue feeling superior, whilst smoking a lot of dope. But I dogged his cats good by enjoying the fucking band. Which just shows to go ya.
Give it up, is this your cousin? Or did you stumble upon her while googling yourself?
I’ve wished for that river myself.
Thanks for sharing.
If I’m remembering correctly, her grandfather is my dad’s cousin, so…whatever that means.
And Judy, I haven’t “googled myself” since high school.
According to the “relationship guide” on any genealogy site, it means she’s your second cousin, once removed.
2C1R, as raybob says.
Although I am somewhat leery of a relationship guide that has extensive information about second cousins.
Dammit, Pete! My bank account is already in dire straits, plus I’m going to Vegas on Sunday, so who knows what that’ll bring?
Oh well. It’s not like I haven’t been poor before.