This amazing duo came to my attention today, in an unusual way......First I caught the above clip on a site I visit daily. I was blown away by the video, but even more so by the ethereal vocal duo accompanying it. I can't as a rule, stop digging and mining the net, when I get a bug in my butt, but after watching this, I filed it, and went about my day. (please bear with this ramble here). As I was prepping and picking up stuff for dinner, was listening to Radio Margaritaville on XM, and caught a rare cut from Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris titled "Ooh Las Vegas". As though that wasn't treat enough, when I got home, out of the blue, my young spouse, was browsing Netflix on the wi-fi on the TV, and asked if I wanted to watch "my movie - Grand Theft Parsons.....Google it. Well that was eerie enough, but after she turned in, and after KP duty for me, I took it upon myself to look up the info on the group "First Aid Kit" whose "Wolf" provided the amazing backdrop for this vudeo collage. I went to their website, and while I probably would have likened them to Ann and Nancy Wilson in their harmonies, I was pleasantly and scarily surprised to read that they actually patterned their harmonies after Gram and Emmylou......and noted that their music illustrated how like in addition to Gram and Emmylou, like June Carter and Johnny Cash, it made the music better, singing with "someone you love". Interesting sequence of musical events for me today. I got the message. Susie - they were also heavily influenced by Fleet Foxes...........damn!
.....and for those who would like to see more.......
If like me, you want to see them live, get in line, and prepare to fly somewhere interesting for the next few months
Ha! Gotcha with that title, huh? My pal Sugar Magnolia posted a funny little political cat-toon on her blog today.....Looks like both of our morning coffees sent us to the keyboard, only mine was prefaced by a stop by Jonco's "Bits and Pieces" site, and a quick glance at a real big boy newspaper, The Houston Chronicle. The common denominator you are screaming "get to the point" about, is stem cells. The article in my paper that caught my eye was one in which it was noted that Rick Perry had injections of stem cells, both in his ailing spine, and intravenously. His spokesperson acknowledged that the treatment was in fact successful in alleviating the Guvner's pain. I suspect that based on the results of the treatment, and the outcome of his death by debate Presidential bid, he'll probably be secretly going back to get two more injections - in his brain and tongue.....
To get Obammy ousted, this could have been a year in which I backslid and voted Republikan, had they trotted out even one horse that wasn't limping (Ron Paul will be on the ticket under the "none of the above" party).
My suggestion? For the short term, buy ammo. For the long term, learn Spanglish and Spanish. You'll likely need the ammo to bribe, barter or shoot your way through Mexico, on your way to your new home in Chile or Paraguay. Thanks for the pic, Jonco.
Born on the bayou where Texas and Louisiana meet on the Gulf Coast. A kid in the '50s, so my heroes were Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, and Buddy Holly and Roy Orbison. Raised in a fishing village, ...Adrift, I grew up on boats and made my money as a kid the way kids in the '50s and '60s did - cutting lawns, throwing a paper and bagging groceries until I was big enough to work on a shrimpboat. Best job I ever had was piloting a ten ton crew boat, worst was probably chopping cotton. I have stood atop Mayan pyramids deep in the Yucatan jungles, and on the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange. I am equally at home at a musical on Broadway, or a honky tonk full of shrimpers and tug boat hands. The best ten years of my life were spent in the '70s in Austin, Texas. The last thirty have been spent in the far western 'burbs of Houston working as a petro gypsy in the engineering business. I have had my share of adventures, several of which I probably shouldn't have survived. I am at age 58, the proud father of twelve and fourteen year old sons, so... Onward through the fog!