Brian Eno - Here Come the Warm Jets (lala)
Patti Smith - "Ask the Angels"
The Clash - Combat Rock (lala)
The Damned - Damned, Damned, Damned (lala)
The above were taken in the stairwell of the parking garage by the farmer's market yesterday, one from up looking down, the other looking back up to the sky.
I had a disco-not-disco mood creep up on me while Patti Smith and I did the dishes. Perfect a song as I think "Ask the Angels" is, she has nary a disco bone in that skinny body of hers, whereas the Clash have to work to not let the music take control. The Damned are happily indifferent.
Downtown Baton Rouge was looking enigmatic from up high; I suppose we don't get elevated so much around here.
This has been a weekend of glorious breakfasts: yesterday the Devonshire Tea Service at Strand's (I was previously unaware scones were worth eating, much less understanding that they are the best thing in the world when properly prepared and served with lemon curd and clotted cream) and this morning, waffles with Linn's Olallieberry Topping at home. Mine is a life of humbling privilege.
Appetite whetted for Superbowl party food down the street, non-NFL-sanctioned merch donned,hoping the Who and the Saints get cro-mag scrappy on this football spectacle bs - the day is rife with possibilty!
Speaking of spectacle and scrappy, my favorite thing from the Krewe of Orion parade last night, the Unique Dancers. We got a little excited about their appearance.
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