This week there has been a certain slant of light emanating from the televisions of the land. Is it the glow of smug satisfaction for a job well done? Or is it the penguin-like visage of our soon to be ex-vice president? There is no need for a top hat nor a monocle, just the unmistakable smirk of the perp for a scam well done.
  The whole Haliburton family has had a fabulous holiday (no layoffs there).
It's a new year, a new war, with lots of shiny packages to be delivered to Gaza City
some through the tunnels and others by air.
Well maybe not such a new war but,
and so
We hold our breaths.
Until Tuesday?
Well on Tuesday we will let out a big sigh.
On Tuesday night we will chase that mirage and hope that it is an oasis.
And on Tuesday night I will be down at the Lizard Lounge doing the snoopy dance.
Baby!

      Last Tuesday 'Those Darlins' from Tennessee took over the table for a few, that's their name and that's what they are: three darlins and a dude (on drums). Kelly described eating a whole chicken (not the bones) with harmony. Nikki sang something about a snaggletooth mama, I wonder who that might be? From Cannonball Blues to driving Nails In My Coffin they pretty much had it all covered.
  Meanwhile with Sean gallivanting out west somewhere we needed a few Staples surrogates to get through the night...Chris Pappas was doing his best Columbo as Sean backstage in the dude oven; and Jimmy Ryan was playing the mandolin all the way up to John Brown. We took him way down to New Orleans and he drug us out to Santa Fe. When he sang Face Up and Get Out of My Yard it pretty much felt like home...
Well it's our home on Tuesday night
downstairs,
at the oasis (in the midst of a parched week).