Angel Breath, pt 2 (wherein the artist explains)

Okay so I will go ahead and admit that there is the teeniest sliver of unscrutability in my previous post. I get that. The hummingbird burrito probably threw you. (note to self: possible song title: hummingbird burrito) and you most likely require the artist to lay out all the specific strands that go into weaving this ornate sweater he is now wearing. I get that too. You're thinking I can't even see the sweater but let me promise something to you: there is a sweater.This is part of the artist being here and alive and right here in this moment.

You probably remember my post some weeks back, right? It was a post about my sometimes loud neighbor Ron Mealman (or "Fat Ron" as he prefers). We ran into one another inside a laundromat. It was a juncture wherein I for the first time loudly and unapologetically shrieked the triumphantness of my adopted nomenclature: Sunburst.
It is a very good post and you should reread it because it will provide you with so much understanding about the person I am trying so hard to be. Here is a link to that post. Now are you getting this thing people??

Angels Breathe on My Shoulders

Oh my friends! My delirious and fantabulous honey-soaked collection of bipedal organisms, what can I tell you? Where can I begin? What sort of endeavors will I endeavor to begin sharing with you? Which gift of mine will I employ to discuss the way things have been going? How many questions in a row will I ask?

Firstly, first things first: yes, I have been remiss in my upkeep in this blog that you love to read so much. Or let me amend: I have been remiss in terms of written updates. My sonic (meaning musical) upkeep has been at a respectable clip from hour one.

Secondly, I am humming and vibrating right now as I type this with the wondrement of hummingbird calls. Do you understand?? I wrapped a hummingbird inside a wheat tortilla and swallowed it down (metaphorical!)

Thirdly, angels keep breatheing on my shoulders. More to come.

I Go Fruitcake

I Go Fruitcake from Taffy McKittrick on Vimeo.

Pretty Please

Pretty Please from Taffy McKittrick on Vimeo.

Here Come's Taffy McKittrick!

Friday: And I am a Lovely Man!

Hello Team -
It has been far too long. Well guess why:? my nose has been up on the grindstone and I have been twirling about (metaphorical) and leaping (actual). Things in life sometimes bound around like a fleet of deer, skirting praries and grazing in meadows. This is the places where you'll find my head.

Items of a amorous nature - meaning love - have been popping up repeatedly like so many untreatable acne scars: I continue to be smitten with the idea of being smitten. I want to love and be cuddled so freaking bad. To that end I have written 2songs this week which I will be posting forthwith and forthward. The first is intitled: Here Come's Taffy McKittrick! and it announces me as a person of leisure, one to be reckoned with. The other is called: Pretty Please! and it deals with a woman who does not want me in her life but I think i can be if I ask nice. They are both solid songs!!!! Enjoy this gift of breathing and living love and life!

Don't Put That In Your Mouth! (Toxic Popsicle)

Light in My Loafers!

Light in My Loafers! from Taffy McKittrick on Vimeo.

Monday: Love Arrives Again Like a Whinnying Horse

Ah, my heart, how it doth ache and thump and pittery-pat-pat inside my skull! It is partially due the glorious sunburstin' weather which is what I really respond to in a huge way but also the receptionist, let's call her 'Nessa, who I have fallen for in a gargantuan and mammoth sort of way. She is my rainbow, my wet hug in the water. I've spent all weekend, head reeling, because of what happened on Friday, which was this: I entered the breakroom and she was standing at the microwave oven, heating up what I later learned was a Jimmy Dean Breakfast Bowl (note: freaking delicious!). I was just sitting there staring at her back and she wasn't yet acknowledging me. So I coughed and murmured, "How's the weekend looking? Cause mine's wide open". She turned and looked me up and down and said with a glowing smile "you're too light in your loafers for me". Can you believe it! She thinks that her darkness would bring me down!!? Unreal. At that moment I was smitten, like a flea-bit gutter cat who comes across a tin of tuna in the dumpster. Alive, my blog reading friends, alive!!

I let her eat a couple bites and then I left the room. I could not stop thinking about her this weekend! Oh sweet 'Nessa!!!!