Today’s Music: Hank Mobley – Soft Impressions
Days Til Spring: 19!!!
Famed Aborignal Didgeridoo player Jedda Biralee strides to the stage resplendent in his reflective grey double breasted Armani suit.
Because didgeridoos are cool.
Anyway, Jedda draws his 12 foot didgeridoo with him, fitting it into into the carved dingo holders, the upturned mouth resting atop a sandstone representation of Wayamba, the turtle. The house lights dim as the spotlight stabs through the cloud of patchouli oil and clove cigarettes, drilling through the steam of designer espresso and picks out a man dressed in black ski jacket, black ski pants, black scarf, thick black glo- Look, he’s covered head to toe because he’s freezing, and his clothes are all black, ok?
Sheesh.
Anyway, Jedda blows a low heart-thrumming tone through the Didgeridoo as El Guapo comes to the stage…
*WvWvWvWvWvvvv*
Sparkling, reflecting, dazzling
shards of light that bounce
*VzVzVzVzVz*
carom
explode
across my eyes.
My breath belabored as I
*zVzVzVzVzVzV*
breathe
inhale
exhale
of your
*ZwZwZwZw*
all…
encompassing…
domain…
*zvzvzVWVWVWvWvWzWzWZwvwv*
So overwhelmed.
So dwarfed.
When will it end?
vwvwvwvWVWVWz*
Will it ever end?
I can’t see an end.
I lean into you…
*vwz*
as I shovel the damn snow…
*ZVZVZVZVWVWVWVWWZWZWZWZ*
Guapola 
Have you ever heard Whitey’s on the Moon by Gil Scott-Heron? This strikes me as the perfect soundtrack for Mr. Scott-Heron’s opus.
19 days + 1 major snowstorm. Will you be at work Monday? I might not.
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I’m going to have to look up Scott-Heron.
Yeah, I’ll be in. May just have to leave a bit earlier to compensate for the buses.
Do you remote in if you can’t make it to the office?
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Yes, I have the ability to remote in but I don’t like it. The equipment is better at work. Plus, I don’t have a goddamn barking dog and two daughters hanging onto my ankles looking for attention. The other problem is that at home, all I have to do is reach out and there’s food in my hand. It’s too convenient.
“Whitey’s on the Moon” is definitely worth looking up. It must be on YouTube somewhere.
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When our office was downtown I remoted in for about a week because of Sandy.
Much easier to slack off from home.
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I’ll say! You can belch and scratch your nuts and it won’t necessitate a trip to Human Resources to watch a sensitivity video. So it’s got that going for it.
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Wait – I can’t do that at the office???
So much is clear now…
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How come all the people in those sensitivity videos committing horrific, inappropriate acts (inappropriate sexual innuendo, race-baiting) all look suspiciously like ME? I didn’t do anything wrong!
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Less than three weeks.
Less than three weeks.
Less than three weeks.
That’s not a poem. It’s my “hurry up, spring” mantra…
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Most poetic mantra ever!
Hope the coming snow is the last of it.
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Hahaha! It will end….Nevah!!! Bwahaha. The weather people were predicting 2-12 more inches to shovel. Gee weather people, way to put yourselves out there.
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Oh, ours are much more precise. They’ve narrowed it to 6 – 12.
I look your window better.
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I love the music for today. It’s great music for a Saturday. Too cool in all black, Guapo! Loved your poem, but oh…..to shovel snow. Oh no. Good thing spring is right around the corner!
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The warm sun is the only thing that will soothe my beat soul.
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Just hang on to that, Guapo! It won’t be much longer.
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Might be in the 40s in two weeks!
Sigh…
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I won’t tell you the temp out here!
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Okay….a high of 75!
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GAH!!!!
Well, at least I can enjoy it vicariously through you.
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HA!!!!
Ok, I’m going outside right now! When you feel a cool breeze, you know I’m outside. Enjoy!!
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It’s raining so much here
*WvWvWvWvWvvvv*
my pillow is leaning
*WvWvWvWvWvvvv*
against the drier.
*WvWvWvWvWvvvv*
I may have to call in
*WvWvWvWvWvvvv*
the army for heavy support.
Yay. Beatnik is fun just like jiffy-pop!
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You are rocking that didgeridoo!
*snapsnap*
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The *snapsnap* reminded me of Fred Flintstone when he went all beatnik. And now all I have is him in my imagery.
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My work here is done.
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Yes. You can retire and eat poutine. Just don’t eat Putin. I don’t think the dude would *snapsnap* taste like gravy and cheese curds. He would taste like curds *snapsnap* but another type.
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I don’t think I want to know how much thought you put in to thinking about how Putin tastes… 😉
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barf. Obviously too much. But hey, at least I got your attention. Yay me!
p.s. note to self, do not compare Putin to Poutine in next cover letter.
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Just calling round with a shovel and a nice cup of hot coffee, “NO” the coffee is for me, get shovelling that snow before it drifts 🙂 lmao Have a wicked evening Guap and thanks for adding such a great posting 🙂
Andro
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Thanks, but I’ve got beer.
And a landlord who deals with the shoveling. 😉
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I hope she is a nice looking Landlord and if so you could… Never mind, just enjoy that beer 🙂 lol Have a fun day today Guap 🙂
Andro
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👏. I had to use this because I don’t have a snapping fingers emoticon.
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Thanks Addie. It’s the thought that counts!
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Could you make sure all the snow is gone by March 10th? I’m taking Manhattan for a few days. Thank you.
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Oh, wouldn’t that be nice!
Sadly, best I can do is offer you a cup of coffee.
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And a bagel?
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Ha! It would be a pleasure.
(But a real bagel.)
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I shall contact you closer to the date. I may smuggle some Montreal style ones across the border.
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Fantastic! I look forward to it.
(That’s not a bagel.)
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Great comments. I laugh a lot. Unfortunately, don’t know much about the topic, but good stuff. Rusty told me to say “hi.”
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Hi Rusty!
We’d be happy to send you some snow if you like. 😉
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Acoustic dubstep? That’s what they’re calling it now? That’s way heavy, daddy-o, but a much more jivable beat, ya dig? Not to mention WAY more soul.
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Ha! I don’t know, but apparently it’s a meme now.
All I know about dubstep is the girl with the violin..
Coooool.
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You’re hep to the groove, soul brother.
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Hee hee hee… but dude, this is totally bro-step, not dubstep.
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The Beats were before the days of “bro”, when we were all brothers against The Man.
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I never argue with a man who is the man. Not The Man. But the man.
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The sound of the digeridoo is one of my favourite sounds in the world!
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The soothing sound of the didgeridoo is the only thing that can calm the rage the Beatnik soul.
Yeaaaahhhhh.
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I suppose it’s fitting to feature a digeridoo in your winter to spring transition post. If it’s any consolation the days are getting shorter here in the land of the digeridoo and the sun is heading your way.
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Sadly, all we’re getting here is more snow.
I can dig it. Lots.
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This snow is insane. The grocery store yesterday…the horror….
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We did all our errands saturday. But the snow hasn’t started yet today.
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as I shovel the damn snow…
I normally like the changing of seasons, but I’m sick of this winter! You guys are expecting a foot of more snow? I can’t imagine. Stay warm, Friend! (we are getting predictions of an ice storm for this afternoon – it was 63 yesterday) Bring on spring!
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Right now I’m very excited for the change of seasons. To anything but winter.
Hope that ice storm missed you.
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Plot twist much! Didn’t see it coming :D. Great great great.
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Art never knows where it’s going til it gets there. 😉
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Put that in a framework! 😀
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Bha ha ha ha. I was about to suggest that you need a vacation and then I remembered that you took one ….in the goddam snow. And there dwained the sympathy
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You wound my sensitive Beatnik poet soul. 😀
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poetry requires a wounded soul
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Is that a Didgeridoo in his pocket . . cause if it is, well . . that’s SOME pocket. Anyways, the forecast isn’t feeling like spring just yet, so Al Roker would be wise to get into witness protection. Stat.
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Al is a shill for The Man, just trying to keep his foot down on our neck.
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Send some snow my way – it’s hot as hell here in the tropics (maybe with a cyclone on the way).
I’ve tried to play the didgeridoo but it’s not easy to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth at the same time 😉
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Send an address and I’d be happy to send it.
At this point, I’ll even pay for shipping.
Sadly, I know nothing about the didgeridoo, except that it has a great distinctive sound.
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There are a lot of people around here who play it. I just love listening to it 😉
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Okay, you’re the second blogger in the last 2 weeks who’s used the word :didgeridoo in a post. That’s so random.
The other one was You Monsters Are People. What is it with this bizarre instrument? Is there an epidemic of Aboriginal instruments on Ebay?
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The didgeridoo is the trumpet of the masses against the oppressive tactics of The Man!
Let the Beats beat free!
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In a previous life you must have been Wordsworth himself. Dwarfed indeed…….
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If I were Dylan Thomas, I could have drank at the Whitehorse Tavern in NYC!
Oh wait, I still can. 😉
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Where do you come up with this stuff? 🙂 You are too funny! I can’t relate on the snow. Germany usually has a lot of snow in the winter, but none this year where I live! And I’m not bragging….I’m shocked!
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Every so often, I have to don my beret in a spoken proclamation of freedom against the soulless machinations of The Man.
Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhh.
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This winter has been one long snowstorm. Ugh. We are now heading into the coldest March in the history of evah, over here! Hope you manage…stay strong! Spring has to come out sometime!!!
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I bet the Norwegians are hoarding all the warm this year.
Because who would ever suspect them?
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LOL!! Superb! BraVvVvVvVvooooooWahWahWahWah This was so deliciously off the wall. My black beret’s off to you, Daddy-o You’re Maynard G Krebs award is in the mail.
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We’re just two misunderstood Beats sipping lilac tea at the Rue de Bologna.
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You can say that again — only this time try it at eight beats to the bar . . . p-Ting! (P-ting signifying a drum beat not a spittoon.)
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freekin’ awesome
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Thanks, my Beatnik brother.
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Ha… thank you.
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You guys are really getting slammed this year, so I won’t make any jokes at your expense!
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Feel free to joke away!.
(It’s above freezing this weekend!)
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It’s about 50 degrees here today! Patio door wide open exchanging all the stale winter air for nice fresh spring air!
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This was hilarious. On seeing the word “dingo,” I was reminded of John Cleese’s answer when he was asked what he thought was the funniest word. “Plummet.” It is funny, but not sure it can hold a candle to “dingo.”
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I have an in-law who’s a big fan of randomly yelling out about whatever he can’t find “A dingo ate my keys!!!”.
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