My partner in crime, husband and father of my children has finally decided that he will occassionally get on this thing and blog to the world.
Here's the interview I did with him to get him started:
What are you working on in the basement (because it sounds like Casiotone for the Painfully Alone remixing an Olivia Newton John song)
-Well, she wants to keep it on the down-low so don't post this, but Livi (she insists I drop the first and last vowel) is attempting a comeback, and because Timbaland and Mark Ronson both have busy schedules she has asked me to help. I foolishly agreed to help her, but honestly, Girlfriend just no longer has the songs. I'm trying anything at this point: low-fi, no-fi, the deerhunter-5th generation MBV-wash, and acapella. What you may have heard is me re-amping her 3rd harmony vocal through the fax machine. After changing the cartridge to a 59 German-press monochrome, I finally like the tones. However, she's definately gonna have to re-sing the choruses. Plus, the de-humidifier was running.
How did you know I would be the mother of your children?
I've dated a lot of ladies. But, when you came walking across that field at South Park in Lawrence in that yellow button-down, songs were playing. Good songs. And, your smile when you got to me, assured me that you felt it too. It was irrelevant that your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend was standing right next to you. That was thee definitive moment where I knew my search was over.
How do you like it when people say, when are you guys gonna try for that boy?
The desire to have male progeny has never been that strong in me. Would I be interested in trying it? Sure. But, it isn't a necessity for me to feel manly. My daughters are excellent.
Besides making spaghetti dinner, what do you think you are really good at?
Jeez, where do I start. haha. Learning.
Is fatherhood something you would recommend and why?
Yes I would. It's like the FM tuning dial of your life. It tells you when to stop turning because the jam is coming in crystal clear. When the song ends, you start twisting once more until you hear it again, perfectly.
Where do you think Magnolia got her competitiveness from? Her sense of humor? Her love of princess things?
Me. Us. You.
What do you want your children to inherit from you? What do you want them to inherit from me?
Hard Work => Getting what you want => Happiness.
Your Glow. There is this natural compelling energy that you exude, that makes you instantly and forever likable. That.
Why don't you worry about anything?
I do, but only quietly. Worrying aloud doesn't do the collective any good.
Have you ever done anything with our kids that you haven't told me because I'd be mad? If so, I promise I won't be mad, just list them now.
Ha ha, you are a tricky one, aren't you? Good try. I'll give you a little for the sake of blog-kind:
Mags wanted to try Red Bull so I gave her a little taste. That stuff is terrible for adults (although, I admit, it most definatly gets me through exhausting tours) let alone children. She was curious one time when I had some, so I let her take a little nip and told her she couldn't have any more until she was an adult and decided for herself to drink some. She smiled that "hmm, not bad" smile and non-chalantly walked outside and hit up the swing set
Will we be touring for the rest of our lives?
Not in this capacity. But, we'll be playing live shows our whole life, methinks.
What other blogs do you read? What do you think of blogging?
I'm not entirely sure what constitutes a blog, or a regular ole' website. Blogs to me seem to be more about revealing the personal, and that's why I've tended to shy away from blogging. I like to reserve my personal life strictly for my personal friends and family. However, I'm a voyeur like everyone else, so I'll always be snooping into other people's lives.
Last night you were talking in your sleep quite a bit. You grabbed me and said, "Gotcha, Stinky!!" at one point. Would you like to elaborate or explain your actions?
I cannot be entirely sure because I was sleep talking, as I do routinely, but I do know that Stinky is June. I was probably imaging I was hanging out with June and trying to make her laugh. Just like the other night when I sat up and asked where June was, in my sleep. I had dreamt/imagined that she had fallen off my side of the bed and was wedged in between the bed and nightstand. Even though I think I eventually came to, I wouldn't believe it until I stood up and walked to check to see that she was safely sleeping in her crib. Just be happy I'm not doing my perverted sleep talking.
Are our kids going to turn out OK ?
Yes, without a doubt.