Yes, I am a bad blogger. It’s been almost a month since my last update. At first I thought I’d probaby write daily updates. I figured they’d be so good I’d be dealing with multiple anthology requests. Soon I discovered weekly updates seemed more my style. Now I’ve turned into a monthly updater and I feel shame.
I could have been blogging, but homecrafts and work have gotten in the way. I’ve been working on the third and final installment in the Alice books and I’ve been knitting up a storm.
Last year our Christmas tree fell over and smashed all three of our ornaments. So this year I got the bright idea of knitting new ones. Each evening I hunker down in front of the TV and knit tiny sweaters and socks. I tried knitting a Santa, but he came out looking hideous and misshapen and I can’t let him anywhere near the tree in case he scares guests.
Last week, or maybe it was the week before, I decided to write a series of lists of Christmas. I got the idea from Meg Cabot’s online diary (check it out: it’s full of excellent advice and great lists http://www.megcabot.com/blog/blogger.html)
Then of course, I did nothing. But it’s getting towards Christmas and so it’s high time I wrote something. May I introduce the first in my Five Lists of Christmas.
My Top Ten Musical Moments
1. My first concert when I was fourteen or fifteen. Trooper appeared at the Smithers Civic Centre. I can’t remember the music other than that someone got so excited when they played “Boys In the Bright White Sports Car” that she barfed. I do know that all my friends and I behaved very badly. There are few things quite so unlovely as serious underage drinking at your first rock concert. It almost put me off concerts forever.
2. When I reviewed a Metallica concert in Toronto for the Ryersonian and, in an effort to get into the spirit of the thing, banged my head so hard that I couldn’t move my neck for a week afterwards.
3. At a Fishbone show where I was busting a few moves and the guy next to me said: “shake it, don’t break it.”
4. The first time I heard Al Green’s “Tired of Being Alone”. A spiritual experience.
5. The epiphany of hearing Liz Phair’s Exit in Guyville, most particularly “The Divorce Song”.
6. Going to a NoMeansNo show with Abbie. I saw the wall-to-wall shirtless guys bouncing off one another and thought: you’re not at the Smithers Civic Centre anymore.
7. Reading Nick Horny’s High Fidelity and realizing that a) as music fans go, I’m a panty-waist, and b) that I know practically nothing about music and maybe that’s okay.
8. Dancing to “London Calling” beside a Pontiac Grand Am parked near a river in 1986.
9. The first time a boyfriend gave me a mixed tape. If I recall, it had Molly Hatchet and Judas Priest on it. Sigh.
10. The first time I listen to a new album and realize it’s going to change the way I experience life.
Happy holidays all!