Tears Were Warm, And Girls Were Beautiful, Like Dreams

“Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

Abby Magill, of Home By Hovercraft Klyde Warren Park Dallas, Texas

Abby Magill, of
Home By Hovercraft
Klyde Warren Park
Dallas, Texas

Jazz Age Dancing

At the Jazz Age Sunday Social
Dallas, Texas


“Artists use frauds to make human beings seem more wonderful than they really are. Dancers show us human beings who move much more gracefully than human beings really move. Films and books and plays show us people talking much more entertainingly than people really talk, make paltry human enterprises seem important. Singers and musicians show us human beings making sounds far more lovely than human beings really make. Architects give us temples in which something marvelous is obviously going on. Actually, practically nothing is going on.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons

I’m Dancing As Fast As I Can

“Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sakes. Now, I mean, I’m talking about singing in the shower, I’m talking about dancing to the radio, I’m talking about writing a poem to a friend–a lousy poem.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“The sacred sense of beyond, of timelessness, of a world which had an eternal value and the substance of which was divine had been given back to me today by this friend of mine who taught me dancing.”
― Hermann Hesse

“The funny thing about writing is that whether you’re doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That’s actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.”
― John Green


“Life is the dancer and you are the floor.”
― Armando Vitalis, No Reason to Get Out of Bed – A Murderous Mystery

“We danced in the handkerchief-big space between the speak-easy tables, in which stood the plates of half-eaten spaghetti or chicken bones and the bottles of Dago red. For about five minutes the dancing had some value in itself, then it became very much like acting out some complicated and portentous business in a dream which seems to have a meaning but whose meaning you can’t figure out. Then the music was over, and stopping dancing was like waking up from the dream, being glad to wake up and escape and yet distressed because now you won’t ever know what it had been all about.”
― Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men

“there is no new experience in life. something may happen to you that you think has never happened before, that you think is brand new, but you are mistaken. you have only to see or smell or hear or feel a certain something and you will discover that this experience you thought was new has happened before.”
― Horace McCoy, They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

Brave Combo at the Cottonwood Arts Festival

I’ve been a fan of Brave Combo for thirty years now. I wrote about them before… go read it here.

Back? Good. Candy and I went to the Cottonwood Arts Festival to walk around in the heat, look at the art, and see the band. It’s a bit different seeing them outside in a park rather than in an Art Museum… there was something odd then in doing the Chicken Dance in the middle of about a billion dollars worth of paintings (the Cottonwood has some interesting stuff… but not on that scale).

I was a bit surprised not to see the usual crowd of Brave Combo groupies that follow them around – this is spring festival season and maybe they are all getting a bit worn out. At any rate, there were still plenty of grinning dancers.

A good time was had by all.

Brave Combo has changed a lot of its members over the years… but like a flowing river – they are always different but always the same.

Dancing to the Chicken Dance.

Brave Combo plays a terrific funk version of the Hokey Pokey. Like every else though, I worry…. What if that’s really what it’s all about?

They did  a great version of the Clarinet Polka. Unfortunately, I can’t hear this song without thinking about a Certain Unicorn.

What I learned this week, October 7, 2011

Does your dog bite?

I’m not prepared to say this is the funniest thing in the world – but when I first saw this… what? over thirty years ago? I laughed as hard as ever have, before or since. 

The Creators Project

Mary Fagot & Robyn

It’s hard to describe the synergy between Swedish pop sensation Robyn and her Creative Director/kindred spirit Mary Fagot. These two women are an effortless example of how two people can seamlessly work together while maintaining an enviable friendship, one that can only be described as a mutual girl crush.

How to Craft the Perfect Calendar and ToDo List This Weekend

If your productivity routine has begun to feel a bit stale (or your productivity’s just not where you’d like it to be), spend some free time setting up a new system to get ahead on work next week.

—-From Lifehacker

Who knew? Where I live isn’t so horrendous after all.

Turns out, the South is a pretty nice place to live

Southern Like Me

This is a better picture of the thing than I can take.

from Todd Landry Photography

Ten Rules for Writing Fiction

Get an accountant, abstain from sex and similes, cut, rewrite, then cut and rewrite again – if all else fails, pray. Inspired by Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing, we asked authors for their personal dos and don’ts

—-from The Guardian

And if that isn’t enough weird-ass bad dancing by Raquel Welch for you… get a load of this:

Does anybody know where the hell this was filmed? Are those structures in the background still there?