Sunday, August 26, 2007

To Grandmother's House We Go


We went to the Cliffs today and listened to this band, Threes and Nines, with our daughter and her friend. It was very fine. We had crab sandwiches and a twelve dollar glass of wine and watched these kids play. A drummer and a stand-up bass and a kid singing and playing guitar.

Keep your eyes on this little band, they're something else.


There was a bunch of folks dancing in front of the stage:

Acid trip girl: red hair, freckles, skinny, skull tat on one shoulder blade, peacock on the other, hot pants, kangol hat, big leather purse. Looked fifty, was probably late twenties. Her boyfriend was a scar-faced Mexican dude with tattoo'ed legs and a Raider's ballcap and black and white sneakers. He danced by putting one foot out, then the other. Like the hokey-pokey.

There was Mick Jagger girl, about sixteen, arms and legs seven or eight feet long, stick-thin, big Mick Jagger mouth. She funked around like a rubberband tree.

There were all manner of young girls in faux-seventies dresses and big sunglasses. Some were flinging hoola-hoops around.

Then there was this sixty year old skinny dude in a black cowboy hat and a 'Merican flag shirt, tight black pants.

He rocked the house.


Some fun was had.


Gotta go, its time for Flight of the Conchords.....


Anonymous Anonymous said...

....which is the best show ever.


1:11 PM  
Blogger LKD said...

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3:25 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Dottie Bones-

No diggity, no doubt.

PS- Math teachers suck.


Damnit, woman! You yanked this too quick.

I love it, though. I am always pleased to spark something, which might spark something else for someone else and keep the spark alive. etc.



6:51 AM  
Blogger LKD said...

The poem wasn't as sparky as the spark, alas.

The spark was much appreciated though.

5:43 PM  
Blogger sam of the ten thousand things said...

Enjoyed this TD.

8:24 PM  

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