Tonight I brace myself for yet another unmitigated evening of gunpowder and drunken brawls to erupt on my St Louis South city street. The artillery has been unloaded and tested over the past few days so I’m already in the chokehold of neurosis. And in this state I can barely pace the length of my tiny living room without being startled into outer space. Thankfully, my close neighbor has been to visit and she’s set up the stereo to blast eighties hits nonstop for the next couple of hours. Her choice and I’m glad for it. So for now it’s helping to drown out the sound of firepower. But I can’t keep this up all night long.
ANd as I sit and stew about it, I seriously wonder has anyone among these Independence Day patriots ever stopped to consider the neighbors with PTSD, many of them war vets, whose startle reflexes already in overdrive mode are having to hunch under the kitchen table with a blanket and a handful of xanax? Jose, can you see? I mean, can you?
Here’s to the rest of us, the ones with brains wired like webs of broken stuff all over the place who could do without this *&^%. . .let’s hunker down in the bomb shelter and play if effin loud. xo
The last performer I saw in concert in the decade previous to this one was Joan Baez. She was stunning as usual, looking fit and healthy as a sexagenarian who’s devoted over four decades to passionate activism through the sharing of songs and empathic insights.
Konzert Joan Baez in Dresden am 04. Juli 2008 | Joan Beaz concert in Dresden / Germany, July 2008 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Her voice still strong and clear as ever. I have always loved her covers of Dylan best. And at times I’ve thought she had nailed it . . even better than Bob could do. Here are Percy’s Song and Love is Just a Four Letter Word.
I can’t remember if she actually sang Percy’s Song, (damn that’s a beauty) since the concert was a few years ago, but I do remember that she did my all time favorite Joan Baez song, the one she’s remembered for composing on the topic of Bob. 😉
Anyway after she finished her first encore, the crowd went as crazy as middle-aged people can go for more and as everyone was clapping and howling, I heard someone shout from a few rows ahead of me: Take it to the Full Moon, Joanie.
And there it was, the one I had been waiting for all night:
OK I’m going to be quiet now. . .and just let you listen to the beauty of this.
And next speaking of tongues, here is one more song with the moon in it.
Rock on! I am done here. xo
Photo: Adam Berman; source: WikiCommons.com
I have had a lot Donovan in my head again lately. . not so much an earworm as a .little butterfly flitting in and out. ..which could be annoying at some point I suppose, but now I’m totally down with it. 😉
So anyway, just because I like to share what I love. ..and so you can listen as you read this:
Which reminds me. .. I made a video of work yesterday. It you haven’t tried this, you ought to! They have wizards there at Youtube. I used the one that appears at the end. They provide the music too.
I also learned that a layer of dioxazine purple under a layer of a mixture of yellow ochre (small dab) payne’s gray (smaller dab) plus white equals the color of my dear sweet and adorable next door neighbor’s sidewalk.
Have an amazing day please
Love to all. xoxo
PS Dear Great Spirit, and Nature provider of all that is good in the universe, please see that my painting arrives safely SOON to its good and kind recipient who is waiting with the utmost patience upon its arrival. More hugs and kisses to you as well.