Sarah McLachlan - Blackbird

Ratbag brother and sister. may7.

Cycled down the road to watch Paco and group play out in the open. The new mayor is touting to keep in place in the next elections. He needn't worry. Nobody is going to vote for the old bunch of thieves. But anyway, one of the plazas is full of trestle tables, paper tablecloth, and rows of bottles of wine. It's eleven in the morning. Even too early for me to indulge.
So the opening speech to the gig goes like this.
"Hello everybody, these guys are going to start off the proceedings. They are going to play...erm...music...and...well, I don't know the name of the group because they said they don't have a name...but obviously they all have their own names...but not when together but you may have seen them play in the bars around town and on the beaches in summer or, if you in fact, go back to your pueblos during the summer months, you may not have seen them but here they are now and a big hand for...erm a big hand. Thank you, thanky thanky you very much. Take it away boys...."
At this point, the howling sea wind picks up all the plastic plates filled with potato crisps and shoots them through the air like thousands of small castanets. It is snowing large, salty crispflakes. The plates of olives rumble off the edge of the tables and scatter across the ground in an enormous green match of marbles. I love these events.
I am listening to Tony blackburn on Radio Two. Songs from the seventies which has put me in a really nice mood. I like to dance sitting down...

Colouring in

Oh, oh, I feel a song coming on...no, I don't. One day, when I have worked out Adobe illustrator, I won't know what to do next.
This is what I am listening to on the headphones...so it's quite difficult to draw at the same time. Yo-Yo Ma is certainly plugged into the universes...oh hey...so not fair. I just copied the url to post it here and got a note from Youtube saying it's not available in my country. What's that about?
Elgar cello concerto 1st movement. I'll try again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM9DPfp7-Ck
If it's not the one in the concert hall it should be.It should not have helicopters in it.

Just don't be standing underneath

I must say the guitar class is quite hard this year. Jordi is handing out commands, details, instructions, orders, pay attention to your left hand, your right hand, control, control, timing, pulse, rythm. My neighbour "La Voz" is now the caretaker of the community centre and he shuffles around like a giant Hemulen with a real large ring of important keys which he hands over to nobody, so he is upsetting the ladie's choral evenings.
I don't know why these places are called community centres. There is constant squabbling and bickering between the lace ladies and patchwork group, the flamenco guitarists and the percussionists, the admin and the music teachers. The retirees who play cards and drink coffee in the enormous cafeteria allow nobody to pass their door if they are not a "socio". This is tricky because the building was designed by someone better suited to a box of Lego. So the hairdresser, reflexologist and toenail cutter (for the oldies) have to go through the cafeteria to reach their rooms. But it's quite entertaining visiting the centre. There's always something going on...but I have to be careful because Mia now knows of the existence of this blog...

The Royal Nightmare

Hands as soft as crepe paper....

This is one of the pictures I did for http://www.evilflea.com/ when Arty was departing this world. It was a great distraction to do these for the story of "The girl who went bing". It wasn't a commision or anything like that. One of the things I like about bloggyverse is the possibility of creating and sharing just for the sheer joy of it. And now, I will really have to do some more of them because the story turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be...
Cycled much further than I intended and ended up in town where the invisible wife remains stationed at the wifi spot cafe. All eye contact from her closed. She is as brown as polished chestnuts and I suddenly twig that maybe she goes to the nudie beach every day to show possible millionaires her wares? She had a steaming argument in German yesterday while on her phone. No, I am not eavesdropping. Her sitting room window is about eight feet away from my porch. And, she's a shouter. I would guess that Henry is not coming back this week either. I would also guess from the tone of her voice that Henry's house sale in Germany fell through again. He's only been missing nine months...maybe he's having a baby?

Where I come from

Take that Lo, ha, ha. Many more universes where I come from. Your comments made me laugh so click to enlarge and drop in for a cup of tea.
Move over you lot.

I find the video below quite extraordinary. It's a pity it finishes so abruptly.

"Overlap" - Ani Difranco - Signed English

Bahia - Anouar Brahem, John Surman, Dave Holland - Bellinzona Switzerlan...

Anybody out there?

An awful lot of people in the bloggyverse are musing about existence, the universe, aliens, the meaning of life. I uploaded a version of this drawing before but now I have added to it.
I have absolutely nothing to say except I am really, really bored today and it's only ten to three. Feel free to drop by.
http://setiathome.berkeley.edu/