A perfect day for a song--

well, ok, so every day is a perfect day for a song...
a perfect day for a thousand songs,
for a mix tape labelled "Fuzzy Mix" in the pocket of a snowboarder from Vermont 10 years ago...
but what I really meant, was that the weather here is as fucked up as your windshield after a close encounter of the Moose kind...
it's barely in the 60s, and raining, raining, raining.
I found a fucking awesome radio station on napster, though--
the One Hit Wonder station.
so far, I've heard "Come on Eileen", "Buffalo Stance", and "Joey".
if you can name all those artists without looking them up,
I won't give you a prize, but you'll feel super good about yourself.
anyway!!!!
where the hell was I?
oh yes, the weather.
the clouds are so low, so pregnant with rain, that they hang all the way to the foothills--
bye bye mountains.
I love looking at the different layers and types of clouds--
I never really thought about how beautiful they could be,
until I moved away from the rain capital of the world,
to a place where 70% of the year the skies are endlessly blue...
anyway, this spring has been particularly wet and stubborn--
it's refusing to give up its foothold and let the hot dry air take over.
so, the other day I wrote a little something about that,
and Bud--
a fantastic singer and songwriter--
found inspiration in that passage and wrote a song!!
he sent me the first draft,
which you will find a little further down in this post.
I am beyond excited about this.
I have always had a strong connection to music--
particularly lyrics, but I have such a poor grasp of rhythm and harmony myself that I have never actually attempted to write a song--
and probably would never attempt it.
so, whether this song ever gets sung or not, I'm in love with it
and will probably begin singing it in my car, shower, and anywhere else I'm alone!

Cruel In Utah
Lisa Anderson and Bud Buckley

Instead of you, we had too much rain this spring
And everybody else felt as shifty as I had been
People didn’t know then what it would bring
I was sure it wasn’t you, I’d never feel you skin again

Chorus
‘Cause it’s not just the weather that’s cruel in Utah
There’s loneliness and boredom to drive you insane
If my smile was the last thing that you saw
You must be dead to be never coming back again

The desert summer rushed in, abrupt and breathless
Adjusted its skirt and wiped smudged lipstick off its cheek
Then breathed down on us hard enough to cause a death wish
The desert’s no place for the meek

‘Cause it’s not just the weather that’s cruel in Utah
There’s loneliness and boredom to drive you insane
If my smile was the last thing that you saw
You must be dead to be never coming back again

With the thunderstorms of September the rain restarted
But instead of spring’s shiftiness there was seething rage
The full moon made us crazy and I was more than broken hearted
And everything unnatural took the stage

bridge
Tall slender women swayed in the wind like trees
their skirts and jewelry sounding like dried leaves
Short roundish men all became still and gray
Moss growing on their shady side in the heat of the day
Children burst into flames when tears used to do just fine
As their pets ran off seeking fine cigars, expensive wine

I’m gonna grab a bolt of lightning with my bare feet in the mud
It’ll give me a little shock, I’ll give it a little tug
Roll it into a little ball and stuff it in my pocket
Ride the lightning into the storm, a sorry loveless rocket

‘Cause it’s not just the weather that’s cruel in Utah
There’s loneliness and boredom to drive you insane
If my smile was the last thing that you saw
You must be dead to be never coming back again


pretty cool, eh?
I suppose that could just be my ego talking...
but I love the way someone else could make my images flow so well with their own.
all mixed together like a bowl of cookie dough...
er, maybe I'm just getting distracted by the diet...

really and truly, have a great day--
oh there's my doorbell!!