Karaoke singing of "Last Worthless Evening" by Don Henley from jeannieby on Vimeo.


So finally we get to the letter T. I shall TREAT you to my voice synched over Don Henley's by my amazing son who is 21. Yes, admittedly my voice is Terrible, but you have no idea how much this song means to me. I drove around for an entire YEAR in the early nineties singing along with Don to this song, and listening to no other song.
When we were finished with this version, in which I destroy everything which is good about this beloved song, my son said, "Um, Ma, you do realize that you are singing a man's song being sung to a woman?"
Oh, well, about that. I don't care! I just loved the song.

Seeing as I copped a T from someone else for my S post , I decided to make it up to you with a
fine, fine T I drew myself this morning while waiting to feed the dog. The dog's cereal requires ten minutes to get wet. I used "my secret materials" which trained graphic artists are always trying to cadge me to reveal so they can understand how I got so good at drawing, and how I won THE ART PRIZE in elementary school.
Well, finally, here is my secret! I use the back of a paper plate ( I use those for a lot of "secret art things"--shhh),  and a SHARPIE. That is correct, a Sharpie. I don't mess around when I draw.  So here is the T:

T is for Treat.  Or Traumatic. if you prefer, after listening to my rendition of the song above.

Incidentally, I drew one face slightly different for you High-IQ Sesame Street loving people.
"One of these things is not like the others..." and so on

So long and thanks for the fish
as they used to say in New York Magazine competitions

Best Wishes,

--jean