Friday, December 21, 2012
Beauty and the Beats
The beats definitely do go on, whether announcing Sonnyless Cher, the Kerouac Krewe, or the fascinatin' rhythms of any play-full, freed-up, Gil Evans-inspired Jazz orchestra. (For that matter, those beats might also suggest the drum-rolls accompanying the "beauty" mentioned above, but more about that in a moment.)
I've been away, Sandra and I hauling our three older grand-children off to Hawaii--
Six months back I posted a blog piece (here) concerning Centennial, the wonderful
Well, the Grammy nominations have just been announced and--as listener, fan and, in this instance, one of many minor investors in the
We saw several of them, wispy and illusive,
The land welcomed us. The beaches stretch outwards, and hibiscus and frangipani follow. Wahines in diminished bikinis outnumber native
Browsing blogs before we left, I came across a new one called "Word Jass," paused to read about Ken Nordine, and discovered there too an essay (or something) devoted to young and ubiquitous, and closing fast on super-, swimsuit model Kate Upton,
Kind of amusing, mostly strange, not quite R-rated. If that makes you curious, click on the link... and Mele Kalikimaka to all.
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The fifth and sixth photos courtesy of granddaughter Madelyn McEachern.