Curtains

I prefer blinds or a shade, because curtains just seem to be so heavy. As long as it blocks out the light, which is the whole point in the first place, n’est ce pas?

What good are those flimsy, light window coverings unless you are an exhibitionist?

I have blinds and  curtains on my office window.

A space signal all the way from the planet Mongo could not penetrate it.

Curtains can also be used as a euphemism for death.

The big D.

Outta here.

As a doornail.

Curtains.

Remember the old girl who swiped the curtains off the very windows of Ebeneezer Scrooge?

That was cold.

I did my gig today at the SycamoreSprings Nursing Home in Miamisburg, OH and I had some fun with the small, but highly engaged audience. I usually do a pretty tame set for this type of gathering, mainly love songs.

But this group was special.

I was playing my usuals—old country love songs, but pretty soon  they had me playing rock and roll and the blues.

Bob Seger and John Mayall floating down the halls.

Very cool.

One of the ladies who was at my last performance there in May, asked me to play some of the soul music which I was pretty much raised on.

Otis Redding.

Aretha.

The Temptations.

Smokey Robinson and the Miracles.

I hit her with some Isley Brothers and some Four Tops. It is always cool to have them interact with me and some will sing along when able.

They were clapping and singing on a few tunes and I had fun talking with them.

I am sure I will return someday.

And the Humane Society of Greater Dayton has 50 bucks coming to them.

I am contemplating whether I should go to the Open Mic at the Lucky Star Brewery tonight.

The Domestic Despot is mad at me because I totally spaced out picking up our dogs after my gig. Long story short, her being all bent out of shape and pissed off at Maddogg, and we picked the dogs up 10 minutes late.

Boo fucking hoo.

Of course, I am writing (talking) shit right now, but I don’t want to let her see this.

She doesn’t give a shit.

She never looks at it.

I got a glimpse of the First Lady of Ukraine today, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that she did not look like long-time old school linebacker for the old Green Bay Packers teams, Bronco Nagurski.

I mean no offense, but in every newscast I have ever seen that was featuring real Ukrainians, not ONE was either a handsome dude (so sayeth the Domestic Despot), or a good-looking Ukrainian woman.

But don’t pick a war with them.

Sofia Coppola kind of blows my dress up, and I think she could pass as a Ukrainian woman, but that’s just me.

I am getting ready to test the temperature of the front room with Karen, all pissed at me, to see if I should go to the brewery or not.

Oh joy.

I can eat shit all night watching lame shows.

Stay well.

PS—Go check out my new music pages and pics I added to marksplayhouse.com

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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