New Tunes
Sadly, I'm not playing much (any) music these days. Had a gig last month with a Cajun band for a Katrina benefit. Other than that? Picked up a gig in May. Before that? The previous June. Sad. My past is slipping away. Will they let a 40+ year old play rock clubs? 'cause that's when I'll be able to do that again at the earliest.
Anyway, my best bud Eric has a new CD out, on which I played and sang pretty frequently. He just announced the CD here. Good, fun stuff. Eric is scary fucking talented on the guitar, and he's a better writer than anything else. This is a pretty eclectic combination of songs for him...and along with some of the funniest tunes he's written, some of his most beautiful work is on this, too.
New music discovery here. The dude from Soul Coughing. Cool record.
Anybody else want to turn me on to some new tunes? I need something fresh in my ears as my apartment goes stale from too much work.
posted by Teodoro Callate @ 3:55 PM
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Speaking of music, Felicity Taint had a life affirming experience to share. I was privledged to attend Dolly Parton at the "Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival" held at Golden Gate Park last weekend.
It was something special to behold. Let me paint you a picture. First, start will Dolly Parton. Got an image in mind? Good. Now add about 50 billion rhinestones. Rhinestone Fiddle, Dulcimer, Autoharp, Guitar, Outfit. Ok. Now we are getting somewhere. Next, add to your mental image the largest & most enthusiastic bondage/trans/gender/sexual/cross/dressing community on the face of the planet. Did I mention enthusiastic? Like Felicity Taint before a Spicy Chicken Leg. Ok. Getting to the home stretch. Finally, drop in a few bus loads of old folks from Reno. Picture someone like my mom.
Or your mom. I imagine that your mom loves Dolly Parton, remembers the Porter Wagoner Show and she can't understand why the bearded lady wants to stand so close to her lawn chair, which had guarded her own personal 12' x 15' section of Golden Gate Park and you are not allowed to smoke POT here! That is just like Felcity's mom, except she would not go to Golden Gate Park because that is where they once had riots.
I mean to say that this is uneasy company to keep. Things were tense. 6 bands leading up to Dolly, and with each set change, more hipsters, more bike messengers, more tattoed truck drivers, more latex apparel, and more old folks from Reno with patio furniture searched for fewer and fewer, and increasingly smaller and smaller 3' x 4' personal sections of Golden Gate Park.
I will not lie to you. It became unpleasant. Things were said. Looks were exchanged. Good people fell. One unfortunate lad experienced a reversal of fortunes, brought on by an ill advised corn dog that topped off his afternoon cheese log & cabernet mad dog. O! The mass of humanity. O! the weeping child. O! the twisted ankle. O! you-are-standing-on-my-HAND!
But when Dolly starts we are one. We are are unified in God's glory and we are all up on our feet, dancing on the picnic blanket that the old lady from Reno wanted to keep nice because she purchased with the Pottery Barn gift card she got from her daugher in law. We throw aside our lawn chairs along with our caution, reserve and resentments because WE ARE ONE AND WE LOVE DOLLY. We are working NINE TO FIVE, motherfucker as the old gal from Reno interlocks her fingers with the large black man in a dress as we sway with our hands over our heads to Dolly. A Coat of Many Colors, Indeed! An attractive young person hands me binoculars so I too could see the curious hippy perched high in the redwood who is running his hands up and down his tight hairy belly to the rhythm of Dolly's tribue to Janis Joplin.
I become aware that I an sealed in an envelop of perfection, and container of grace. I love all my brothers and sisters. I love lady with the large adams apple who puts her hand around my waist. I love who ever stepped on my foot. I make a bold decision to uplift all people, reject propery rights and lawn furniture. I love my new friend from Reno, and I feel flushed with warmth as I give her directions out of the park so she can find her tour bus operator. So long! Fare Well! I love you too, Dolly!
O Felicity.
O Felicity!
Well done. Welcome back.
Back with a bang.
...and one spicy chicken leg...
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