harpy.

duders,
what do all y'all know about celtic harp music?
for real.
last night, my friend and i crashed a party.
alright,
it wasn't a exactly party, like with pinatas;
or a 'party' where drunk A*holes get rowdy;
but rather a semi-private concert where the performers
knew every single other person attending besides us.
y'know?
i think there was maybe one flyer in town,
in a corner, out of the way, and NO other promotion.
i happened to see it the other day,
and decided to activate those nutrients.
neighbors,
it was the Whitest music in the Whitest town
full of the Whitest people in the White mountains.
yep.
but aside from feeling like the mouse turd in with the rice
i got to hear some pretty mutha-flippin' expert music.
harp music.
and fiddle,
and sweet singing,
and foot tapping,
and a whole lot of an affected accent
straight from the streets of limerick, ireland.
saturday night in the woodsly goodness,
with painfully sad songs and painfully polite people?
uh-huh.
one more long evening on the long road to loneliness.
expert.
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i did some tattoos yesterday, kids.
for real.
and as usual,
i was overbooked and underscheduled.
those're hard styles and hard times.
i get long on fury, and come up short on patience.
that's a thing.
those days, or even these ones,
are sort of like a surprise party,
where everybody waits in the dark for you to show your face,
and then expect YOU to bake a cake
and give them some presents.
surprise!
you're F*ed.
i wish my camera didn't wash out every damn photo
i attempt to take of my daily doo-doo buttery tattbombs.
it makes it harder to want to show y'all.
oh well,
check out this hot mess on the teleport:

mmm-hmm.
the devil.
the big red sunken eyed eternal evil.
you get the idea, anyway,
if not the full glory.
i seriously wreck almost every shot i snap.
twisted flash-burnt under-defined poop...
but still photographic proof that i do have a job,
even if i don't always do a good job documenting it.
*
live radio studio audience participation tonight?
i think so.
an attempt by the folksy folks up here to institute
an old-timey variety program,
outside of and away from the little homes on the prairie?
i could use that arm's length wavelength companionship
with ever-increasing frequency.
(that's clever, if you got it.)
it's happening,
and i'm about to be part of it.
i'm listening;
never quiet, never soft.....