Sunday, June 17, 2007

I zigged when I should have zagged

It's a cold, windy, rainy Father's Day here, perfect for nursing a tiny hint of a headache from all that fine wine that Shannon and Rick brought over last night.

<-- Isn't this a great name for a wine that a Zombie would drink? This Zombie certainly thought so, so drink it she did. I'm also getting a bit of a sore throat, so I've blown off the workout for the day, and am catching up on the neglected newspapers, whilst quaffing gallons upon gallons of tea, as all the cool kids seem to be doing these days.

The resident father is happily parked in front of the tube, watching a series of car races, the cat is curled up on the rocking chair, and the offspring is pretending to study for her science exam. There's laundry being laundered in the basement, the house is clean from having company over for dinner last night, and we are ordering in curry for supper. Altogether it is a portrait of domestic bliss around here.

I was rather perturbed by all the men I saw in the grocery store earlier today. I'm no man, but I'm pretty certain that grocery shopping is not an activity that I would choose for a fun-filled Father's Day. All I know is that it's possibly that last thing I would want to do for Mother's Day, although maybe I am missing a crucial piece of the puzzle here.

The fabulous Beth reminded me about Great Lake Swimmers the other day when she posted her concert review. Great Lake Swimmers have always been Sunday morning music for me, and especially so on a dark and sweetly melancholy Sunday.

Do you have particular musicians or songs that you gravitate toward on a Sunday morning or a rainy day? Do you choose songs to lift you out of that melancholy or do you prefer to wallow in it?

I'd like to offer you a couple of lovely Great Lake Swimmers songs as a Father's Day gift. Non-fathers are welcome to enjoy as well; we are all-inclusive here at Casa de la Zombie.

Your Rocky Spine
There is a Light
I am very pleased to announce that, after weeks of neglect, the Labia Awards have been hauled out of the front hall closet, dusted off, given some of that brass polish that we use on our bowling trophies, and are once again ready to honour someone who put their heart and soul into those little gems we like to call labels.

This week's winner of the newly resurrected Labia Award is:


Allison said...

I felt like I was reading a Christmas story there, very much expected to see a reference to sugarplums or something ;) Send a Happy Father's Day along to Jerry for me, and good luck to Eva with her exams.

I have arrived, I'm a cool kid, says the resident zombie. Woot! Hope you're feeling less hungover now :)

I like to listen to The Velvet Underground on rainy days, or as you mention GLS, and Sinead O'Connor, especially the song 'Black Boys on Mopeds. Yeah, that gets me everytime.

JustRun said...

That is an excellent name for wine!

My coworker brought me some more homemade rum... I need to be careful not to feel tomorrow like you did this morning. :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You've always been a cool kid, Al! And I shall pass along your good wishes here at the Christmas house.
I don't know that Sinead O'Connor song, I'll have to look it up, but yes, VU certainly does the trick, especially A Perfect Day or All Tomorrow's Parties.

Isn't that a killer name, Justrun?
Yikes, though, MORE homemade rum? Sounds like the makings of a dangerous situation. Wine is a little more forgiving than rum, in my experience.

John Mutford said...

I've loved "Your Rocky Spine" for a while, gotta give the other one a go now.

Hey, my 2nd labia award. Cool.

Deb said...

I thought at first you had rolling papers posted. Glad to see it's wine...much better choice.

I'm a wallower in it...usually In A Coma comes out or Alice in Chains. Remember, I am the grunge queen?

Ah, Merry Christmas fathers.

The 7 wonders are ridiculous...when I saw "Number 5 Road" (just up the street from me) I almost choked. Not a good selection...Garry Point would've been so much better.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Sometimes I just have to listen Great Lake Swimmers for massive periods of time, John, when I'm in the mood for some reflective music.
Enjoy the adoration and all the groupies that the Labia Award will bring you.

Oh yeah, In a Coma is the ultimate wallowing cd, Deb, and now that we know where Matt's head was when he was making it, even more so I think.
The Seven Wonders of Canada did strike me as rather lame and predictable. I'm sure we both could have come up with better.

mellowlee said...

Happy Fathers day Jerry, it sounds like you had a good one :O)

BeckEye said...

I hit up my Dad for money on Father's Day. It makes him feel more fatherly.

For rainy days, I listen to The Jayhawks' Rainy Day Music of course. I like a band who takes all the guesswork out of it for me.

John Mutford said...

When I was growing up I hated Sunday morning music at my house. Mom always had old country music playing as she fixed brunch. Now however, I've grown to appreciate it and Sunday mornings for me often include Patsy Cline or Johnny Cash (especially his "My Mother's Hymnbook" cd). And my kids will probably loathe it, too.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It was a good one, Mel, despite the fact that it took over 2 1/2 hours for our supper to be delivered. We almost perished from hunger.

That is pretty specific music, Beckeye. Still though it kinda makes you wonder what would happen if you were to play it on a Friday night, say, or a Wednesday afternoon. Probably best not to risk it.
Very kind of you to make your dad feel needed like that.

It's their job to loathe it, John! And then they'll likely play it for their kids eventually. I have a great deal of admiration for Patsy Cline; I need to get myself some of her music someday.

justacoolcat said...

You must have been at my place this weekend. I have the sniffles and a sore throat too. I hope you are feeling better.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I told you I was coming over for the weekend, Just A. I was just wery wery quiet.

I'm actually feeling okay now thanks, being too evil to ever really get sick; hope you're feeling better too.

mellowlee said...

OMG, that is awful that you had to wait so long :O( Maybe a bunch of other families had the same great idea all at once!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I think it was partly everyone having the same idea at once, Mel, and partly shortage of personnel.

But I think we found a new Indian restaurant that's a lot closer so we can go pick it up ourselves.

Will said...

Yeah, maybe dad's don't take the holiday as seriously, though parked in front of the tube sounds like the right celebration to me. Good rainy day music - Radiohead, Turin Brakes, Neko Case...

justacoolcat said...

Yeah, I'm better too. The evil doesn't mess around.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I think tube parking is how dads celebrate best, Will. And some of them are very practiced at it.
Nice rainy day choices. Yeah, Turin Brakes, haven't thought of them for a while, and must remedy that.

You're darned tootin, Just A. No room for viruses when one is packed full of evil.

Dale said...

It's about time John got another labia!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Yeah, the old one was getting rusty, Dale.

Beth said...

Great Lake Swimmers are the perfect Sunday morning band, aren't they? Next time I get a lazy one, I'm playing them during that entire cup of coffee.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Good plan, Beth. All my Sundays start out lazy, but too often they don't stay that way.