| February 15, 2009 | | | | | Feedback | | | Calendar | | | Archives |
In black and white frozen February we went to Waterville and ate brunch in the perfect window seat of the Bread Box and bought colorful things at the hippie store and brought them home still reeking of patchouli. I value hippie sensibility. Aging hippies are the ideal audience for the shows I book. Unity has a lot of young hippies as well. I don't think they identify themselves as hippies; that's a dated if beloved term from the sixties; they identify as organic farmers and gardeners, as conservationists, as old-fashioned rural people. Both the young and old were present at a small gathering in Judy Rock's kitchen last week. Good simple food cooked on her wood stove and a pitcher of her own maple syrup on the table. Her barn is sometimes used for contra dances.
Among the reviews in Offbeat Magazine (New Orleans), there's this one for an album called No Blood No Blooms by Why Are We Building Such a Big Ship, a review with delicious teasers like "there’s the marching band horn section, frequently punctuated by haunting soprano saxophone that I imagine Sidney Bechet’s horn would sound like had he grown up listening to Ornette Coleman." And the song itself is quite wonderful. I can hear No Blood No Blooms on their myspace page but cannot buy it because The album is available on vinyl only at Domino Sound Record Shack in Mid-City. Wait, this is the Internet Age and I should be able to get it instantly. Oh well, the JazzFest flights have been purchased. I finally added the recipes to this year's calendar. |