Yet again it seems the live album version of an Avett song trumps the studio version. Already I can’t seem to do anything but wear a huge smile and try not to get weepy when I hear this song, but this version makes it darn near impossible to not get at least a little misty eyed. In particular, when Scott changed the lyrics to this:
"Make sure my daughter knows I loved her,
Make sure her mother knows the same…”
So great… and you can tell the crowd feels the same way.
The Avett Brothers - Murder In the City (Live, Vol. 3)
I love the live version of this song… Auto-Reblog!
When I first took over this apartment 6 1/2 years ago (I moved over from a smaller apartment across the hall), Baxter and this washing machine actually came with the apartment!
Baxter had lived in this apartment for five years before I moved in, and his food dishes have sat on this washer since he was a kitten. - It’s been well over 48 hours since he died, and I still cannot bring myself to remove his dishes from this spot… It’s like my final acceptance that he’s truly gone. :(
While I respect your tenacity in attempting to catch-up with all email notifications even though they’re very far behind, it is really NOT helpful when the notifications are from over TEN days ago! (I just received four notifications from May 19th!!! WTF?!)
Chances are, if the notification is over three days old, we probably already know about the message, or reblog, that you are attempting to finally notify us about. - So *please* just clear-out your queue of any email notifications that are more than three days old, and you’ll probably be able to catch-up much more quickly!
"We met as soul mates on Parris Island We left as inmates from an asylum And we were sharp, as sharp as knives And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
We came in spastic like tameless horses We left in plastic as numbered corpses And we learned fast to travel light Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
We had no home front, we had no soft soap They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope We dug in deep and shot on sight And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors’ tapes And it was dark, so dark at night And we held on to each other Like brother to brother We promised our mothers we’d write
And we would all go down together We said we’d all go down together Yes we would all go down together…”
Thank you all for your nice comments... I'm still not quite sure what to say.
(I want to apologize ahead of time if this post is “Rambling”.)
I think what’s shocked me most about this whole thing is that he didn’t seem nearly as sick as he was last year, when he had multiple scares from a urinary blockage.
We’re pretty sure what he had this time was a Respiratory Infection. His nose was blocked-up, which is why he was breathing through his mouth.
I’m not sure why, but when the vet’s assistant tried to pick him up from his cat-carrier, he completely flipped-out (very unusual for him) and tried to get away from her. She grabbed him by the the back scruff of his neck, to ease him back down to the table, and when she did he immediately began peeing, first on the table, then on the floor. - It was like he just lost control of himself (also odd for him, this is a cat who I’ve never seen have an “accident” in my apartment).
I helped her get him back in the carrier, and then she brought him back to see the vet. - Less than five minutes later, the assistant came back into the room to get my permission to give him oxygen, and to perform CPR… I knew something was up.
About another five minutes went by, and then the vet came in to let me know he passed-away. Apparently, he went into cardiac arrest almost immediately after he was brought to the back to see her.
I’ve had Baxter for almost seven years now, but he was actually about 12 years old (born in ‘99). I first took him in from my ex-girlfriend when she couldn’t take him with her when she moved back home (I was originally only supposed to “watch” him for six-months… just like how I got my older cat, Mr. Stinky!) - His “mom” now lives across the country, in Arizona, and is still a great friend of mine… It broke my heart to have to call her with the news tonight.
What’s really funny-strange is that when I first took full-ownership of Baxter years-ago, I rationalized it with "Well, Mr. Stinky doesn’t have much time left, so at least I’ll have a younger cat when Stinky passes…" - And now, Stinky’s still here, over 21 years-old now (and has never had any medical problems), while Baxter is gone.
Since Baxter was a ‘part-time’ outdoor cat (at least during warm-weather months), I know he’ll be missed by many of the neighbors around here, he was very popular in the neighborhood. Most of my neighbors like to joke that he “ran the neighborhood”! - It’s gonna be tough giving them all the bad news when they ask me how he’s doing.
My family & friends would often joke that he was a "cat with the loyalty of a dog". He would actually follow me if I went to a neighbor’s house to visit, then stand and wait for me in their yard, then follow me back home… He would also usually be waiting for me at the end of my drive-way everyday when I got home from work.
Here’s my favorite photo of Baxter, taken last November:
did you end up majoring in communications in college?
Yes, I did. Although I did take-off two years in between HS and college, to get most of the partying out of my system …and to stupidly live-with, get engaged to, and almost marry someone who was four years older than me!
I freaking love the hair in all of these pictures….just so awesome.
Haha, yeah that hair… The sad fact is my love-life completely dried-up once I finally cut that hair in college (in ‘94). My girlfriends back-then used to love to play with my curls… Worst advice I ever took was to cut it then! - Although now I can barely stand it getting even just a little bit long.
What’s really funny is when old High School-era friends find me on FB, they’re still absolutely *shocked* to see me with short hair, and I’ve had it this way for 17 years now!
"…I hear your name, in certain circles And it always makes me smile I spend my time,thinking about you And it’s almost driving me wild And there’s a heart that’s breaking Down this long distance line tonight…”
Since I’ve been seeing some 80’s-music discussion on my dash tonight, here’s an acoustic version of a classic-80’s ballad.