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Easter is kind of a non-event here but I did make some gestures.

We have a chocolate rabbit with which there will be much suspense to see who tears the foil off first. Not me, I think.

Then I bought some yellow marshmallow peeps which we must have.

I like mine stale.

Unfortunately in one of those product improvements that isn't, they have kind of made the peep into a perpetually young candy treat.

But I am filled with the much vaunted easter hope and I have put them out, unwrapped, in the hope that they will somehow learn to do what their forebears knew instinctively. Get hard, babies.

I have marked out my five because I have a feeling that the other five will be gone before they have even half a chance to stale out.

I thought about coloring some eggs. I have one a day but I use the brown organic ones and by the time I thought about it all the PAAS dye was gone from the store. I barely was able to find the peeps.

Easter was not much in our house but when I was a kid and when I had kids we had easter egg hunts.

I was better with having one for my kids and being in one when it was me doing the looking. They always had to have a prize and I was never good at that shit. Perfection is a curse. If I couldn't find the fucking gold egg then to hell with it.

I was exposed at length to the christian myths about the holiday and I was even a church musician for a long time. The only way a keyboard player could get work and get paid for it.

I was good at the hallelujah stuff and really enjoyed it. Joyous instead of the usual blood and maiming business. That is unfair actually. There is some wonderful christian music, most of the classical canon was for churches, but there is some, usually the hymns people like most, that is hopelessly lame and cliche.

I do have to admit that "Up from the grave he arose, with a mighty something for his foes" was a real rouser. My last gig was with baptists and they really got into all of that.

When in Rome. Well, not Rome, of course. That was another church where there wasn't a lot of freedom and you had to be one to play for one.

Labels: holidays, music