Journal, News, Guests by Jim Fitting
clearing brush...
As summer fades in the rearview, one wonders was this summer any more memorable than all the rest? momentous like 1969? or less? Despite this summer's great tomato blight we were able to perfect the post-midweek farmer's market backyard barbecue with a Calabrese salad and a glass of rose...
And though too young to go to Woodstock, we did go to the drive-in in the rain the night of the moon landing to watch some bad science fiction film and who could forget that? Or forget this summer's pageant of the unhinged for that matter. It seems a certain demographic have lost their shit because Obama is President; their minds carpeted by astroturf-loving marketers, bearing signs that say:"Debt is the slavery of Freedom!" and "Hitler was a member of the national socialist party!" or the classic "Where's the birth certificate?"...
Me, I'm just clearing brush like a good Bush, back behind the ex's garage, thinking about the last time I had a round table to kick around. The winds of hurricane Danny Boy were rattling the tentpoles and halyards in Newport harbor while Dinty was packing suitcases in Cambridge. The sound-man was howling while Sean was singing White Freightliner and She Thinks I Still Care. Well I do too. It would have been a good night for soup, but at least we had some the night before in Montpelier Vermont, USA. The Langdon st Cafe was turning 'em away at the door for the craziest reasons you ever heard, but hell we didn't care if they were sneaking them in the back door. Yoshimi, Bunny and a good sound-check song was all we needed.
It was like Cambridge on a Tuesday night, or was it the other Thursday when it was as if a heavenly choir crossed Kern River (OK the Charles) with Rose Jen and Chris joining in, bringing Sweet Carolina and Apple Pie. I can't get out and hey what are those things with big black wings or that poster scrolling down in diaphanous light? We played half the songs we knew as long as we could stand it; before it got too late and then it did, because we caught ourselves having fun and couldn't quit...
And so we will see you in October.
And though too young to go to Woodstock, we did go to the drive-in in the rain the night of the moon landing to watch some bad science fiction film and who could forget that? Or forget this summer's pageant of the unhinged for that matter. It seems a certain demographic have lost their shit because Obama is President; their minds carpeted by astroturf-loving marketers, bearing signs that say:"Debt is the slavery of Freedom!" and "Hitler was a member of the national socialist party!" or the classic "Where's the birth certificate?"...
Me, I'm just clearing brush like a good Bush, back behind the ex's garage, thinking about the last time I had a round table to kick around. The winds of hurricane Danny Boy were rattling the tentpoles and halyards in Newport harbor while Dinty was packing suitcases in Cambridge. The sound-man was howling while Sean was singing White Freightliner and She Thinks I Still Care. Well I do too. It would have been a good night for soup, but at least we had some the night before in Montpelier Vermont, USA. The Langdon st Cafe was turning 'em away at the door for the craziest reasons you ever heard, but hell we didn't care if they were sneaking them in the back door. Yoshimi, Bunny and a good sound-check song was all we needed.
It was like Cambridge on a Tuesday night, or was it the other Thursday when it was as if a heavenly choir crossed Kern River (OK the Charles) with Rose Jen and Chris joining in, bringing Sweet Carolina and Apple Pie. I can't get out and hey what are those things with big black wings or that poster scrolling down in diaphanous light? We played half the songs we knew as long as we could stand it; before it got too late and then it did, because we caught ourselves having fun and couldn't quit...
And so we will see you in October.
