A Look Back: June 24, 2008 - The Magnet Show

Dear Diary,

I'm eating carrots right now in an effort to eat
healthily. If you cut up a carrot into pieces, you
can't really call it a carrot any more. It's not like
sheep that way. With sheep, you can cut them up and
they become mutton, which has nothing to do with
carrots unless you fed the sheep carrots. Did you
feed the sheep carrots? Were they whole carrots or
pieces of carrots.

Jules and I went to the Magnet Men's center again for
the third or fourth time in our lives to play for
about 9 sitting people. But before we played, we ate
dinner at his house with his lovely wife Nadine.
Jules made a potato soup with Jalapeno pepper and
shrimp in it, and it tasted good.

Jeremy, our mutual friend had a tree with plums about
to go bad, so Jules made a sorbet from them, and that
was rather tasty as well. I had been drinking tea
that night, so as I'm sure you can imagine, I was
wired to the bejeezus, not even close to falling
asleep, not so much as yawn coming from my bright-eyed
face.

Jules and Nadine's computer monitor recently went bad,
so they got a new one, only they couldn't get rid of
the old one because it was the lynchpin for the
computer's audio system. So they now have two
monitors doing the job that one used to do. I'm just
glad that i live in a day and age when simple
technological solutions to simple technological
problems are lurking around every corner waiting to
attack me.

We took my car to San Francisco and drove across the
Old Bay Bridge because the new one isn't complete yet.
We thought about taking the new bridge but decided
against it because we were afraid of that much
adventure, and the kelp highway is overrated.

I wore thongs in the frigid San Francisco wind that
howled, whipping flags around like a wisk whips
whipping cream in a bowl. My feet were cold, but it
was comforting to know that the goal of fashion is
impracticality.

We played shortly after we arrived, filling the room
with raw emotion. The audience was flabbergasted by
our passionate candor, taken aback by our overwhelming
honesty and ignorance, riveted like rivets to their
sumptuous plastic chairs. It was musical.

After the show, we went home to Oakland. I went to
bed and woke up the next day to go to work.

Other news:

In an attempt to get Paulette International back in
the swing of things, i recorded this great song by
Terry Adams and one of the Spampinatos, probably Joey,
but i'm not certain.
Singing is hard, especially singing a love song that's
point blank serious.

If you like my rendition at all or at least don't find
it offensive, you must look up the song by NRBQ!!!

http://pauletteinternational.com/music/iwillalways.mp3

Love,

Paulette