photo by Sewell Hatcher

Looking forward to seeing some new and old friends for the new year. I spoke with Tim from The Casbah yesterday and he informed me that there are only 70 tickets left for the new years show. That means it will sell out and there won't be walk up tickets to buy. I would hate to see someone show up and not get in. You can get advance tickets here.

I made up a Christmas song last night. Try to sing along with it. I think it's a good breathing exercise.
Listen here!

Hanging up the stockings
Drinking up the egg nog
Wrapping up the presents
Lighting up the Yule log
Thinking of our loved ones
Dashing through the snow
Going to a party
Basking in the glow
Celebrating Christmas
Celebrating Hanukah
Celebrating Kwanza
I’ll change my name to Monica
No one eats the fruitcake
But lots of people buy it
If I ever grow silver balls
I think I’m gonna try it
People singing Christmas carols
Im tired of those songs
People in Brazil
Are dancing in their thongs
Singing bout the drummer boy
Singing Silent Night
Singing Frosty the Snowman
Oh Holy Night
People rushing Wal Mart
People getting trampled
Gotta get a good price
Maybe get a free sample
The economy’s collapsing
The market’s going south
But I’m still smiling
With all the teeth left in my mouth
We could call up Captain Kirk
Or ask for Mr Spock
Or maybe the Scottish guy
I’m excited about Barack
To move into the White House
And hopefully do some good
I miss my Mom and Dad
Just like a good son should
The climate’s really melting
We’re all just like fondue
The bumblebees are lost
I don’t know what to do
A new year is upon us
They move so flipping fast
It seems like yesterday
I was in college high on grass
There’s always a new war
And weapons to explode
Army men are marching
On some foreign country road
Are peace and love a puff of smoke
Never to be found
Distant as the Milky Way
In some far off space age town
I love this big old funny life
Always have and always will
A smile a hug a Christmas wish
A warm heart and a thrill
Hope you get your Christmas wish
I hope you get your fill
I hope you don’t fall into debt
And never pay your bills
If you believe in Santa Claus
If you see some reindeer
Then put it up on you tube
For us to see and hear
Things might be looking grim
They might be rearranged
The only thing for sure
Is that something’s gonna change
Yesterday’s a dream
We’re traveling at light speed
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is all we need
If you believe in love
Then prove it while you can
Time is surely wasting
We’re in a frying pan
Let’s hop into the fire
Dance until we’re drunk
Drunk on love and kisses
God don’t make no junk
We’re perfect as we are
We might need a little grease
This world is a convertible
And we’re riding in the breeze
I miss you Lorna Doone
You were a lovely peach
It seems like just yesterday
We were dancing on the beach
You were in the front row
And I was singing songs
Making up the words
Trying to right my wrongs
The universe is rolling
There’s thunder in the sky
The only thing I know for sure
Is I love apple pie
My heart is swollen up
And I wear it on my sleeve
The blood and veins are dripping down
I don’t wanna leave
I love this big old funny life
I always have and always will
A smile a hug a Christmas wish
A warm heart and a chill
A smile a hug a Christmas wish
A warm heart and a thrill
I love this big old funny life
I always have and always will

Have a nice day
Steve

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There are only 200 limited edition prints sitting and waiting to be shipped in a nice safe tube to your rest home. The first 54 are signed by yours truly in the lower left corner. I would have written on them all but my wrist got tired after 54 signatures. But maybe you want one that isn't signed. My signature might devalue it right? After all, I have consorted with various unsavory figures at different points in my life and you may be saying yourselves, "Jeez- I kinda like Steve's music but it's a little presumptuous of him to think I want it signed. What an egomaniacal jerk. It's actually worth more if he doesn't sign it."
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My friend Tim Flannery has his own make believe cooking show. We stayed in some really cool house in Murphys California last week after we played a private show at Hatcher Winery. While our hosts were sleeping, I made pizza. Tim filmed it and my friend Shawn Rohlf of 7th Day Buskers makes a quick cameo as the angry guy who wants to watch Flan cooking instead of me. I think it was 3 am and we were some strangers' house raiding their fridge while they were sleeping.

Check it out HERE.

I'm off to Los Angeles to play a show for the next couple of nights with the lovely Judith Owen and Harry Shearer. I'm excited as a mitten on a ski hill that gets returned to the hand of its owner after waiting in the snow under the chair lift looking up and asking for help. But no one believes a mitten can talk so they just ignore it and act like it's not happening. Then finally the owner of the mitten sees me and we reunite and her hand warms me up. That's how excited I am. Dammit.

Love,
Stevey Joe Mitten