It’s so black, it’s like, how much more black can it be?
The Answer is none.
None more black.
And I have just found out there is a band called None More Black
It seems like all I’ve been doing lately is working and waiting. I’m not sure if I’m not leaving myself much time for anything else or if maybe I just don’t care for it. Maybe that’s just the way I’ve subconsciously decided to take care of my business. I haven’t been bored lately, in fact, I currently have too many demands. Well, I take that back, just enough demands. And the people making the demands are being awfully conscious of them and giving me plenty of room. Now if they could just give me more time. Heavy work deadlines are looming as the end of the year draws closer. Family is making the typical holiday demands. And friends are making callings to my social-self. I haven’t been proactive on many fronts. But then again, I have taking some bigger leaps on others.
Lots of times I can’t seem to figure it out. Lots of times I can.
This morning I got an email from a music-loving friend of mine that informed me of some sad news. Apparently, legendary bluesman and cane fife player, Otha Turner passed away last Thursday the 27th of March. His death overshadowed by that of a particular children’s television show host. Otha Turner and the Rising Star Drum and Fife Band played a style of “blues” called American drum and fife music. Its influences trace most directly to both the drum corps of the Revolutionary War and traditional African music brought to America by slaves.
I discovered Otha’s music a couple of years ago from some random zine I can no longer remember the name of. What I like most about Otha music, in addition to it’s simple but driving beats and southern man-of-the-earth feel, it was great to party to. In fact Otha threw picnic parties every summer for whomever wanted to attend. Otha and friends would roast goat, drink margaritas, and play music. The summer I first heard Otha I brought his CD to all the parties I went to. My friends with an interest in music (and most of those who didn’t) always got their interest piqued when they heard it. If you haven’t heard Othar Turner yet I recommend you do so. Try downloading (left click) some of his tunes from here, here, or here.
I caught Sabrina on AMC last night. It seemed fitting for the times so I stayed up late and watched it all. I miss you Sabrina, wherever you are. This quote from the movie seemed especially appropriate:
Bonjour, mesdames et monsiuers. Yesterday we have learned the correct way how to boil water. Today we will learn the correct way how to crack an egg. Voila! An egg. Now, an egg is not a stone; it is not made of wood, it is a living thing. It has a heart. So when we crack it, we must not torment it. We must be merciful and execute it quickly, like with the guillotine.
Decided to take my first shot at the Friday Five today.
1. What did you have for breakfast this morning? If you didn’t have breakfast, why not? A grande latte, if that counts as a breakfast. I normally don’t eat breakfast, it upsets my stomach when I eat too early.
2. What’s your favorite cereal? I can’t remember the last time I had a bowl of cereal but I guess my favorite would be Post Grape-Nuts.
3. How often do you eat out? Do you want that to change? Nearly everyday for lunch. Yeah, I want to change that. I’d save a boat load of money if I brought my lunch to work just 3 times a week.
4. What do you plan on having for dinner tonight? Got a recipe for that? I’ll be having true Cajun gumbo fixed by a true Coonass. Recipe not available.
5. What’s your favorite restaurant? Why? It changes, but right now it’s Tommy’s Thai because of their excellent food for an excellent price.