Singer/songwriter Colleen Lee writes songs of whiskey, graves, robbery and lost love. With her new band, The Beebs, we see more of her surreal and profound storytelling as she combines forces with musician/composer/producer Patrick Lee.
The Beebs new album, Bird, features warm, acoustic instrumentalism and multi-part harmonies along with a number of diverse instruments (chromatic harmonica, vintage Casio childrens keyboard and a small wind organ purchased at the local Goodwill.)
April 22
Oooh, we just had a big shrimp boil. I'm stuffed full of onions, potatoes, shrimp, carrots, garlic and wine. I'm not quite sure why I'm sneaking up to the room to write a blog, but I suppose there are worse things I could be doing. Like playing frisbee golf by myself or ordering things on the internet from a stolen credit card...both of which are bad things to do. I did just dance a little by myself in the kitchen to Jerry Jeff Walker...but that is a good thing to do.
Colleen
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April 15
Patrick just cut a hole in a cardboard box, duct taped a cloth shopping bag to the hole, and put a garden gnome on top of the whole thing so it won't get knocked down when he hits the golf balls into it from across the yard. Until recently, I was swinging on a swing that I wound up tight and spun around and around in circles until I got very dizzy. Then I tried to walk without falling over. We're going to have a shrimp boil later, but we don't have any corn.
I love Saturdays even though I feel like I might be getting a little cold. Nothing a big, fat glass of Murphy's can't fix. Its probably just allergies from spinning on the swing in the grass anyway.
Talk to you soon.
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March 23
Even though I'm a vegetarian, everytime I watch that part in the Sword and the Stone when those two guys are leaning back in their chairs and swallowing those huge medieval turkey legs in one bite it makes me want to go get my own huge medieval turkey leg and put the whole thing in my mouth and eat it. But I guess it just wouldn't be the same as in the cartoon. Movies influence my desires after I watch them very much...like how I go out and buy a bottle of tequila immediately after I watch Y Tu Mama Tambien. Or how I strap my skis on and head to the slopes after I watch Aspen Extreme. (just kidding. I hate skiing) but I do run naked through the snow like Dexter Ruteki does in that one scene after he fails to deliver those drugs to those mean men.
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March 17
I'm compiling (slowly) a list of my 50 favorite movies. I'll tell you a few that will not be on my list:
**The Sonny and Cher crazy movie that I watched last night on Turner Classic Movies. I don't know what it was called, but they dressed up like different characters in Sonny's day-dreams (tarzan and zora, cowboys, private investigators, clowns, etc) and frolicked about singing oddly placed folk tunes about how they'd never leave each other because they "liked [the other person's] style".
**Bloodsport. Granted, I've only seen it on mute while I'm doing something else or can't sleep (its always sneaking around some channel late on weeknights...much like Walker, Texas Ranger), but I've seen it enough times on mute late at night to know that even with sound, it probably won't make my list of 50 favorite movies.
**Kungpow, Enter the Fist. It is just not funny. So un-funny that it irritates me to watch it and I get angry when someone else (Patrick) thinks it is funny and laughs. It represents almost every aspect of some people's humor that I think is stupid. If I made a list of my 50 least favorite movies, this would definately be number one.
**That Phish Documentary. Not a big Phish fan.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day.
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March 10
I'm just now getting into the Sopranos, which is great because I have so many seasons I haven't seen. I wish I was on the Sopranos. Maybe I could've played that beautiful Italian female boss from Naples. I'd need some 5 inch heels and lots of fake bronzer to pull off a convincingly Italian, tall, olive-skinned Mob boss. It could be done. I'd probably just be cast as a random hotel maid or nurse, though. Too bad.
Maybe they could've written in a part for me. Tony could have fallen in love with me, but it was looked down upon because I had freckles and was quiet and nice. But then you find out later that I am actually in charge of an my own Irish Mafia. Tony and I get married and combine forces to create one of the most powerful Irish/Italian Mafias in the world. Then I get so drunk on power that I put a hit out on my own husband but change my mind at the last minute only to discover that Tony is already dead and I'm left in my sorrow, alone and in charge of the most powerful Irish/Italian Mafias in the world. Then the Italians turn on me and I have to go into the witness protection program in Amish Country like Harrison Ford. And then Woody Harrelson comes and finds out I can bowl really well and we go to Vegas to battle Bill Murray.
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MarkusMusic
Two different pieces that might mark your spectrum,
maybe not its edge. I like the stye of your lucid
arrangement of \"Carnegie Hill\". It couldn\'t be
better done by those who put their fingers on the
mixing console when done the White Album :)
posted Aug 26