ho(t)spice

Mishka and his lovely bride Amy, at their wedding in Mendacino CA circa 2004. He's on his way in next week with his mum to put his second brother to rest in the ground.

beautiful people.

while in town we will attempt a confluence of instruments and attitude to celebrate life and death and music and words.

been slipping between three musical personnae:

the suspicious minds, cheatin heart, wounded horse vein

gypsy ukulele django classics:

ida red, girl i left behind, minor swing, djangology, indeed i do, i can't give you anyting but love

salsa transformations:
ylang ylang, toma cinco?!, cumbia circulado

how far would you go for your brother? your wife? your mom? baka beyond and back

the foci is on guided instruction - how to make the meaningless relevant.
think of everything you do as learning a new language. the language of dreams

positive vibrations are sent your way

a lift from the aeropuerto is the least I can do.

Bate-coxa

they don't call this dance style bate-coxa (or thigh-banging) for nothing
we need more of this in the cold cold Norte. I love the idea of live music outdoors once a month on the Saturday nearest the full moon. Or in a barn...
two things to consider when planning the next extravaganza.
the full moon and a bard, that is.

travails of the worser half. trying to envelope myself in books and music to the exclusion of food and flowers - needs. but all is relative. how much is enough. how much not enough. perception, in this case, trumps reality.

all that previous brew ha ha about the 8 fold path and the 4 noble truths don't mean squat.

dreams and consciousness. peeshaw. what about outcomes and objectives? what about timeliness and time on task? brain based learning. how about ass based learning.

time to get busy