I definitely have a mood that would not be ill expressed by spinning nun(numb)chucks and knives in whirling circles and throwing them into the air to catch them on the turn around as I barked out EEEEYA at the top of my lungs over a deafening soundtrack of warehouse dance party heavy beat. The boys are in training for that mood. Like "Stop Drop and Roll", one hopes it’s an unnecessary precaution, but . .
Ears won his first trophies, in forms and sparring both. The sparring was particularly impressive, since he is the smallest by far in his rank, and he came out of his corner like a leprechaun composed of adrenalin on a mission. His eyes were as big as half dollars, and he literally spun at his opponents in a blur of little "eeya eeyas". The first round, the Master stopped at the point hit and laughed out loud, "Wow little buddy, Geez!" I looked at him and thought sure he already knew plenty about that mood thing.
The Judge got 2 medals, and was disheartened by his brother’s larger success. Noticing that, then Ears refused to have his picture taken without him. I told Judge that all little brothers catch up to their older ones, and do better in the long run usually because they don’t make the same mistakes. I told him that my own sister was sad when I had him and thought she’d never have a kid so great, but that now she was having her own baby. He said, Well that doesn’t count because almost all girls wind up having some babies but not all boys wind up winning trophies.
Lifting Belly Baby and Bokun Playlist:
Outrageous Cherry – Paranoid World
The Knife – You Take My Breath Away (mylo remix)
Graham Coxon – Freakin Out
Ash - Meltdown
Juniper (Damien Rice + Bell x1) - World is Dead
Margot and the Nuclear So-and-Sos-Barfight Power Revolution Violence (o Canada la la la) [best in show]
bonus track: