I brought my ukulele to the Royal Palace of Antananarivo. The tour guides and souvenir hawkers were curious to hear it and play it. So I let them.
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I just went up and down the entire main street in my neighborhood saying “Meese pants” over and over again. Exhibit A: Edwin Meese wearing pants The errand started with me going from shop to shop …
This wild-eyed guy locked eyes with me and put himself on a collision course.
I was sitting in a dentist’s waiting room in an Adventist Dental Center in Antananarivo, Madagascar. On the TV was some kind of closed-circuit religious programming that mostly involved cheerful white people in a talk show …
A trip to Andasibe-Mantadia National Park, and Mitsinjo Reserve.
My friend Moses asked me to find him an American wife. I (eventually) wrote a song about it.
Nasty Santa, disappeared from JibJab, has been spotted in Madagascar In all his bare-chested glory, and peddling snack crackers.
I brought a bass guitar with me to Madagascar. In part because there is a wanna-be ethnomusicologist inside of me who wants to explore Madagascar’s musical traditions in the baritone, tenor, and alto musical registers. But …
I got out of my wet shoes and clothes and into my slippers, a teeshirt, and sweatpants shorts, I made myself comfortable. It was then that I realized that I had no food in the house.
“Look, Mommy! I made bunnies! Which one do you like best?”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! You drew on the wall!”