Kboo has been great for me today. Democracy Now!, Positively Revolting, my favorite women singers. Harbingers of the Great Turning.

Friday the 13th

I saw the best show in my life I think. Elvis at the Schnitz with some of that Napoleon Dynamite stuff happening. I went up closer than my assigned seat and could read the song names on the spinning wheel. The first woman called up on stage was Becky and Elvis said out name multiple times. He took advantage of the acoustics and sang without the mic on one solo song. The colors of the set reminded me of my flannel comforter cover. I didn't get called on stage to dance in the Go Go girl cage, but I was on my feet for most of the night.



One of the spins was a medley of songs about time, Clowntime is Over, Straight Time, Man Out of Time. I can't remember all of the songs, but he played for 2 1/2 hours of beloved song after song familiar but not by rote. He and the Imposters seemed to really enjoy the show. I felt a moment of magic when he played the song I wanted, without a spin.



We didn't get Party Girl in Portland. But here it is from Seattle the night before:

Not enough springing forward

I'm falling a little behind on my holiday blogging. Today is National Sibling Day. I facebooked my brother.

Ash Wednesday I sat by a fire blazing, saw the moon rise and set above the ocean.

I'm going to my old family's late-Passover this weekend, went to a community seder Saturday night and lit candles, fixed a seder plate, made matzoh ball soup and read Exodus by myself on the full moon Friday for the first night of Passover. Following the commandments gives me a sense of order I guess. I thought about the ways that I have freed myself. I'm don't think I've quite made it to the promised land, but my desert wandering is full of dancing and tambourines.

I met a new family on Easter and wanted to eat a yummy looking Christian baby.

I think the autumn holidays of Thanksgiving and Atonement suit my disposition better, but my world is full of colorful flowers and the sun sure is nice when it shines.

whoosh

It was an active weekend. Kissed a zombie. Dancing and drinking as usual, more musical variety than normal, and a little aromatherapy thrown in. The Real Davis refers to the Real Kramer, not the Real Slim Shady. I heard praises sung to Smiley Lewis.

I didn't get fooled much, a tiny cherry blossom trick.

I missed the Cesar Chavez Day gathering at St. Francis. I'm tempted to let a friend convince me that supporting musicians is a worthwhile contribution to society.