Friday, April 1, 2011
the stink eye from a mama dove
Gettin' the stink eye from a mama dove in our camellia tree.
Keith Frank & the Soileau Zydeco Band, Ready or Not
Oblivians, ...Play 9 Songs with Mr. Quintron
Reigning Sound, Time Bomb High School
The Psychedelic Furs, Talk Talk Talk
The Chameleons UK, What Does Anything Mean, Basically?
Shameless self-promotion: "Blister in le Soleil: The Lost Bayou Ramblers and Gordon Gano" in the April 2011 issue of Offbeat. Also, in the April issue of 225 Magazine, "Festival Time!" - a 10,000 ft view of the festival season and quick picks for French Quarter Fest, Jazz fest, FestForAll, Festival International and the Baton Rouge Blues Festival. I am gator-on-a-stick-ready.
It's been busy around here. The "good kind of busy" as they say, though I find myself a little furtive like the mama dove up there, wondering what you are up to over by my nest like that, knowing there isn't a whole lot I can do about it should you go for the eggs. It's really not as desperate or fearful as that sounds, though you wonder if a bird really fears things, or do they just know how things go down with eggs a lot of the time.
This song made it all better.
There was a German exchange student named Rick who put this song on a tape "Rick's Mix" which he gave me (or I "borrowed") and about which I wrote a rather embittered story and now I'm wondering why because he really was nothing but cool to me generally and I was transferring, because that's what you do as a teenager, or at least is what I did. But the story is luminously bitter. Maybe I was trying "harsh" on for size when I wrote it, and I'm all sweetness and light now. Anyway, Chameleons UK FTW TGIF XOXO.