Loading ...No, I don’t have a Sunday headache. Bas does though, and its free for download over on his website. Do go over and check it out, its brilliant. As he says, its ‘bouncy’. Yes, bouncy, but also relentless. Much like a headache, but this headache kinda grows on you, and I found myself smiling all the way through it.
And if you haven’t downloaded his Tahitimas EP yet - whats keeping you? Its awsome, and our favorite holiday couldn’t ask for a better soundtrack.
I walked out onto the back porch today to see a magnificent cherry tree in bloom. No don’t think that just because I hate the cherry blossom festival, that I hate cherry trees. My dad planted that cherry tree before he died, and said he never wanted it cut down. One summer, not long after his death, my brother ran over the tree with a lawn more.
Everyone was devastated of course, not least of all my poor brother who felt miserable over the whole affair. But against all odds, the cherry tree prospered and has grown into a beauty.
Now if I were Rob the astrologer, I’d use this opportunity to say something trite like “let this tree be your inspiration. No matter how many times life cuts you down, Gemini, keep growing, keep pollenating…”
We get the idea. Well I’m gonna go pollenate now.
Buy me a beer!
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He, he.. Modern times! Got a song, same day you get a review from across the pond!!
Good thing the cherry tree survived. Trees hold so precious rememberances. Especially because they are alive and changing all the time..
Pollenate with the wind in your back!
Woef!
I love that story because it is so Southern — right down to the imagery and the near destruction by a lawn mower.
You are like that tree. By your own reckoning, you should have been dead at least 10 times over, but you, Keith Richards, and the roaches just keep on going.
Careful who you pollinate, though.
Yes it is a southern story fer sher. Shades of Faulkner there. Well… my family is more like a Flannery O’Connor tale than Faulkner I reckon. Then again…
I’m charging up my camera batteries so I can take a picture of it. Its a purdy tree.
Flannery O’Connor liked her “grotesque” characters apparently. My family too is more O’Connoresque.
According to Wikipedia, she had this to say about her grotesque characters “Anything that comes out of the South is going to be called grotesque by the northern reader, unless it is grotesque, in which case it is going to be called realistic”
And Che, we all thought of you last night. We had a “Maude” marathon and duly admired Adrienne Barbeaubots’ tremendous talents.
Both of them.