Jazz Hands and Dancing at Kips
Hello All!!!
Every time we play Kips , I have a better time , and it is the people, once again, who make it so much fun for Paul and I. The sound is still very strange, from the stage it feels like you are playing underwater ( ok, so I have never actually PLAYED underwater, but that's what it would feel like if one could ) but it seems as tho it sounds good out front. ( band rule #1 )
These folks were easily the Table of Fun last night. This is them doing what I call Jazz Hands, and they called Spirit Fingers ( which I like better, much better, as will Malena ) They also danced. I don't mean danced like one does when one is overcome with Irish, but DANCED. Together, alone, didn't matter, and I am talking , a frenzied Polka ( missing by inches the speaker poles ) , Irish type step dancing, and the wildest Russian Dance EVER. I was impressed.
And now we have new friends.
They sang along, in and out of tune, clapped, in and out of time, danced like there was no tomorrow, sang Puff the Magic Dragon ( first verse only ) had some pints ( and one snifter of Irish Mist, which they passed around the table, replendishing when needed. Nice commeraderie that. ) All in all, another great night in the pub. I hope they come back again.
I also got to meet Mike Lynch, who I have heard of for many years, but never got a chance to meet. Mike is one of the great session players in the Twin Cities, he plays with all the great Irish players when they come thru town and is darn charming to boot. He plays the bodrhan. ( pronounced Bow-ron , those wacky Irish ) I'd love to have him sit in some night, and trust me when I tell you I don't say that about drummers, bodrhan or otherwise, very often. Nice to meet you Mike!
Next Friday and Saturday is Charlie's again, 7:30 to 11:30. Come on down. It's more fun if you're there. Yes, you. All of you. ( if you're reading this , I am talking to YOU )
Oh, by the way, I am loveing the Haiku and poetry. Subject: Unicorns and Leprauchans. Dying horribly or getting sent to prison in Austraila forever. This will make Paul happy.
Love and Irish,
Lorraine
posted by FabulousLorraine at
9:25 AM
15 Comments:
Another fine show last night, with a splendid Jazz Morrison's and a few of my favorite Things in E-minor!
Today I suddenly thought, "Limerick!" And it was just that simple:
Unicorns, for your crime you must pay!
Leprechauns you did gruesomely slay
With your horns sharp and long
And The Unicorn Song!
We must send you to Botany Bay!
Oh, that's good, very good!
LOL - That's Great!!!! Mucho Thanks Elizabeth!
My attempt to write a maiming song didn't work, but a series of haiku maybe I could finish.
Unicorn pauses
stops in her tracks to wonder
what's this on my horn?
When unicorns dash
through dark forests of midnight
leprechauns beware!
Green amidst blackness,
a horn but no night vision:
collat'ral damage.
Magic healing horns
mortally wound tiny chests;
Leprechauns know irony.
"It's lefty-loosey!"
Tiny hands on sleeping horns;
Leprechaun revenge!
I just keep coming back when I need to pause and switch gears for a moment at work.
Leprechauns and unicorns. It seems like they go perfectly together; was is a leprechaun but a tiny magic jockey for a magic horse? Only unicorns have lances in their foreheads, so what do they need with riders?
Danth you just made my day... I LOVE the line 'Collat'ral damage' and 'It's Lefty-Loosey'
Thank you for the belly laughs!!
Yay! I aspire to humour.
I needed a break, so I decided to write a sonnet.
Unicorn General's Lament
a Shakespearian sonnet
Now gather we to praise the fallen horn
Of those who pierced death's veil to keep us free
From tiny hands and feet with viscious scorn:
The Irish Ninja Leprechaun Army.
From ancient grudge the fray was joined anew;
The em'rald field of battle soon ran red.
It seemed to those who watched, when it was through,
We balanced shish kabobs upon our heads.
Despite their tiny swords the day seemed ours
Until the fae dared that which none e'r dared:
Took their gold, that source of all 'chaun powers,
And smelted, magic ninja stars were bared.
E'en faced with this these noble steeds pressed on
Though victory is ours, brave friends are gone.
By Jove; I think he's got it! Great unicorn sonnet Dan Guy!
Now Lorraine, your mission, should decide to take it, is to use your great musical talent and put it to music! Namaste.
Danth you rock. you truly rock. Thanks for the sonnet.
Whoa, Dan, that sonnet is awesome! (Hmm, I seem to be channeling Bill, or possibly Ted.) Although the shish kabob line has left me with an unfortunate mental image of a cookout.
Liked the haiku, too - there's something so tranquil about them, despite the implied bloody mayhem.
I'll stick with limericks - the rhythm goes well with unpacking and shelving books. My first one pretty much wrote itself while I was in the middle of unpacking 47 cartons of books after Minicon.
I went through a phase in college where I wrote a lot of haiku and sonnets, to the point where I could just freestyle in iambic pentameter without having to think about it or count syllables.
I'm a little rusty.
I should dig up some of those old haiku sonnets, though; there was one about a cherry blossom falling on the scene of a gruesome car accident.
Found them! I wrote these after a nasty break-up. (LOL)
The air fills with screams;
severe chainsaw accident.
Cherry blossoms fall.
Snow-covered landscape,
Peace shattered by gunshot - BANG!
Cute reds streaks on white.
Antidisesta-
blishmentarianism
Makes a bad haiku.
Road-side attraction:
Twisted metal and screaming;
That man's on fire.
two cars collided;
one driver crawls out alive.
where did his arms go?
the power went out.
the plane was still in mid-air.
it is no longer.
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