Up the Tree

The Queen sends her love, told me to tell you all to vote for me at Podcast Alley.

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Ahhh, it feels good to be back home. While New York may be cold and unwelcoming, my head is filled with warming indie music to fire up even the most frigid loins.

*Played on today’s show*

# Japanese girls
Tree City (Out Feb 22)
“Robbers On High Street”:http://www.robbersonhighstreet.com/home.html
# If It Could Talk It Wouldnt Say Anything
Text Adventure
“Fantastic Disaster”:http://www.archive.org/audio/audio-details-db.php?collection=observatory_online&collectionid=os036
# “Ageless beauty”:http://www.arts-crafts.ca/stars/freedownload/index.asp
Set Yourself on Fire
“Stars”:http://www.arts-crafts.ca/stars/
# Chick a boom boom boom
Enter The MoWo!
“Mocean Worker”:http://www.moceanworker.com/
# “Born on a train”:http://www.bradleysalmanac.com/
“Arcade Fire”:http://www.arcadefire.com/

*In the Cast*

* Please send me your vote over at “Podcast Alley”:http://www.podcastalley.com/
* Granddads funeral
* Snow storm of 2005
* Guilford and crap Harvesters
* The english can’t speak english
* 1,000 flavours of chips!

Peace.

I’m all packed up and the last thing on the checklist is my laptop so I decided to say thank you to all you awesome listeners, friends, and occasional readers for your inspirational words of kindness. I will be gone a week and I doubt very highly that I will be at places with internet access, but I’m going to be doing a little recording along the way and if I do find a hotspot I will send a few thoughts your way.

Now while I’m away — no parties! Yes you heard what I said, you are the man of the house, while we’re gone, so no borrowing the car either!

_I don’t care what all the other kids will be doing. If they jumped off a bridge would you?_

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Sort of show 11.5, but we’ll call it show 12. This was some material Josiah and I had recorded, but didn’t really think we should add into the last podcast… but hey why not give it to you guys to judge? I’ll be back with a live show next week, but I have to prepare for the trip to my granddad’s funeral in England… You guys understand. Nothing but love.

*Played on today’s show*

# Some rock out songs!

*In the Cast*

* Some Links… I’ll be more specific later…

Peace.

No, I mean really guys it’s outrageously cold in the city today. The wind blows and your nads jump right up into your neck to avoid the chill. I really wish this global warming thing would hurry it’s ass up.

Last night I stayed awake spraying hairspray out my window trying desperately to deplete this blasted ozone. If anything it’s gotten colder.

Ah well, don’t say I never tried.

Tom Whitehouse, my sweet and eggplant shaped grandfather peacefully passed away in hospital today in Petersfield, one day before his 93rd birthday.

He was a sweet little man with more wrinkles than a bloodhound, long sleve shirts buttoned to the top, glasses thinker than the bottom of milk bottles, and a voice smaller than a shout - yet louder than a whisper. My granddad was a rockstar of an old man.

Whenever people would ask about my granddad I would tell them that my Tom had two identical black Casio watches, one on each wrist. They would stare at me for a moment - wondering why. Thinking up long explanations, balancing delicate psychoanalytical diagnoses, or making connections between my granddad and I. Ultimately asking “Why?” as I had when I noticed the two watches 10 years ago. Tom had turned to me beaming.

bq. “You see, I have these two programs that I like to watch on the tele. The left one’s alarm goes off for the first show and the right for the second. That way when I’m sleeping I’ll be sure to watch my programs. Would you like one? I’ve got another 6.

I wish him the best of luck, wherever he next calls home… I hope they have black Casio watches.

Bye Tom.