Friday, December 21, 2012

Only The Young

My two year old brother is a real piece of work.  Since the day he was born, he’s had a thing for music.  Jambo is an emotional child; if a tune or melody is too emotionally charged, he cries.  Like seriously.  But it’s not just that.. He knows what he likes.  And if he doesn’t like what’s playing, he makes it obvious.
He’s really picky about music.


DownHere starts playing. 
Jambo:  “NO!”
Aprox 15 seconds into every song-
Jambo:  “Don’t like sshong!”   (song)

Personally, I love DownHere.. we tried to listen to several of their songs, working backward from newest to oldest-  but Jambo refused to enjoy it. 

Switchfoot starts playing.
Jambo:  “NO!  Don’t like sshong!”   (song) 

He really didn’t give them a fair chance.


I skipped Flyleaf.  Too emotional for my sensitive brother ;)  Interesting fact:  For the first year of his life, Jambo cried at every song I sang him to sleep with… except for Stay, by Flyleaf. This is a cover of U2.  He loves that song, almost as much as I do.  But I’ve always thought of it as a very emotional song, soo…?

U2 starts playing.
And you can hear the unmistakable voice of The Edge’s guitar, and Bono breathing heavily through the speakers.
Jambo:  “NO!  Don’t like sshong!”   (song)

Ahem.  Explain to me how that makes sense.  The child can’t handle emotion, therefore cannot handle Flyleaf; nor will he listen to U2, which is more politically opinionated rather than emotional…. But one of his favorite songs is a U2 song covered by Flyleaf??  WHAT?

We’ll give the 80’s a bit more of a shot.

Foreigner starts playing.
“Here I come, ready or not.. Here I come, ready to ggoooo—ooo……”
Jambo:  “No.., don’t like sshong..”

At least he wasn’t quite so against Foreigner.. But it still pains me that the kid won’t listen to Lou.

And then.

 Journey starts playing.
“Onlllyyyy the younnnng can sayyyyyy, they’re free to ffllllllllllyyy aawwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy… Shharinggggg the saaaaaammeeeeeee desiiiiiiiires, burninnnng like wildd ffiiiiiiiii-iii--rrrreeeeeeeeeeee…”


Oh dear Lord.  Journey?  Yes, yes.. Steve Perry is brilliant, though hard to look at.. I love Journey as much as everyone else...  But Journey?  Over U2??  And FOREIGNER?  Over Switchfoot?  Over FLYLEAF? 


As a side note-  my other brother, Zach, can sing the Bohemian Rhapsody as well as Freddy Mercury any day.  I’m freaking dead serious, he kills it.

Stay young-


Monday, December 10, 2012

Me VS the Machine; sewing & swearing.

As you know, I'm a seamstress...thing. 

Translation:   Some days, its me and the machine VS the fabric
That's when I actually feel like I'm working WITH the machine rather than against it, which, as it turns out, can be a rather painful game to play.... 

But most days, its me VS the sewing machine.  A battle of will and wits, and machinery obstinacy.
Yes, even the light bulb turns against me.. I have small burn scars from getting my hands stuck inside tight spots in the machine while trying to fix something.. then my fingers bump against the light and burnnnnn and I can't get them out. ow.

And needles. They break. A lot. And they attack my face. Like little demons.  But that's usually a good sign that the product will turn out really interesting.. And the thread likes to freak every now and then- it magically ties these cute little knots that binds the fabric to the machine and you have to take everything apart.  And sometimes the thread breaks and you don't realize you've been sewing along without thread for three minutes.  That's cool. 

Along with all kinds of other fun stuff..

But really, I love my machines.  I give them loving pet names.  My favorite machine was made in Germany, its all metal.  Its really heavy, like 60lbs.. I call it the boat anchor.
My other favorite is set in a table, it can flip inside and hide.  Its a freakin beast, it runs like a lawnmower.. even sounds like one.  Therefore, the lawnmower.
I don't know how many machines I have.. probably too many.  My favorites are all metal, none of that crappy plastic nonsense.  Old machines are lovely.

 "We are the children of fire, we are the lions. 
We stay when all have deserted, because we were born to fight. 

I was stitching up burlap and leather all day.. that always makes me happy, but the materials are most of the reason why the bloody machines get so temperamental.  Everything went pretty smoothly today though.. except for the smoke coming out of the machine, and the needle stuck in my eye..and my finger got cut off.  Nah. haha.

 ^ all that's left of the burlap sack I dissected..
and I'll probably convince myself to save them for something x)

All this to stitch up nontraditional fabrics with nontraditional methods, to make traditional things.. hum.  worth the pain?  I think yes.  I put blood sweat and tears into all this Crash Landing stuff ;P 
Even if I'm poor for the rest of my life, at least this satisfies the creative streak.. most of the time ;)