First Death- metal ballad: Death comes with a pocket-knife
Image via WikipediaEthan has written songs before, but tonight brought the first Death – metal opus:
death, death, death,
he stabbed with a pocketknife for nothing,
for nothing, blood, blood blood
for nothing,
death death death
He sang it in the kitchen, then sang it happily while accompanying himself on the drums.
One of Ethan’s many robot dances, set to one of his drum solos
Missing for Longer than we Thought
We were down at the local playground this weekend,and Lucinda was out of my sight for a couple of minutes. I could see Ethan, though, so I called, “Ethan, where is Lucinda?”
He answered: “Oh, she died in the 1850’s” !
Back to the big slide
Lucinda teaches us another word
Hairpoo: Goopy stuff for washing your hair Noun
Thanks, Darlin.
The Natural Enemy of the Musician
The cobra and the mongoose. The ferret and the rabbit. Cat and Dog. Natural enemies, like BAGGAGE HANDLERS and MUSICIANS.
They got me again on the way back from Broome, from our St Patricks Day gig.
Audrey’s Gawdparents
We are honoured, lucky, and absolutely stoked to introduce to you Louise Thorpe and David Hodges, gawdamighty-parents of Audrey May Thorpe.
Womadelaide
Expedition to Adelaide for Womadelaide. None of this would have been possible wtihout fantastic support from Thorpes & Tylers (especially Karen & Dad & Judy).
Audrey stayed wedged in the backpack most of the time at the festival, under a pretty blue parasol. We went to Womadelaide during the most intense heatwave since records were kept in Adelaide. It was fabulous. Our festival pick: Mavis Staples, of course, by a dusty country mile.
As it turned out, the Womad trip had more in store for us than we could possibly have known. I cant write about this right now.
Family Brunch on The Parade
What a fab family we have.
Buncha stars.
Lucinda was not well, but Aunty Karen knew just what to do.
