Everybody singin' like somebody else's body. And that's pretty spooky if you think about it. I like the shows where the guy... he's like 18 years and white and he's comin' up on stage before a 90 years old bluesman [pantomimes lurching onto stage, plays really old sounding blues, wails incomprehensibly]... And then the 90 years old bluesman comes on and says, 'OK man, whassup?' Everythin's gotten like kinda spaced if you think about it... - Jerry Ricks, Port Townsend 97
Holy smokes what a lineup! Book your flights folks! This is a once in a lifetime worth the trip kinda deal! And who can resist Brooklyn in July?! The great Egyptian collection at the Brooklyn Museum, rare Albert Ryder paintings, Williamsburg, ground zero of twentysomething hipsterism , the botanic gardens (better Japanese garden than San Francisco's Golden Gate Park), the best medium priced eateries in NY. Pizza to die for! My advice book a cheap flight, stay at a hotel at the airport (much, much cheaper), and spend the difference on taxis.
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It's definitely looks like it's going to be a great evening of music. There are no excuses for being within striking distance and not making an effort to catch the show. Thanks for the heads up, Frankie!
P.S. Round up some spare mattresses and get ready to put 'em on the floor, Mr. O--the crash pad days may be comin' back to haunt ya!
Somewhere on a highway, heading towards Brooklyn...
Nice....
It's gonna be a time, even if we can't all crash at chez O'Muck. There's gonna be some stuff you couldn't possibly expect, either. You may SUSpect it, but there's no way anybody in their right mind would EXpect it.
And just as a little teaser folks....If ya' think Kim was only the best damn Blues (or ETCRAAAS, early twentieth century rural african american art song ) player around, you're in for a great surprise when she opens her....... gotta go to find out
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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. Vladimir Nabokov (1899 - 1977)