Monday, July 24, 2006
Lucho Bermudez is a genius and great to believe in and dance to when the meterologist says the words "one hundred and ten." It's hot. The pavement could blister your feet and we could have Bush forever, terror on television and an endless blur of a shiny America where you are the only one who matters. Could you imagine? On the stereo, the drums remind me that lions still make kids laugh and that hips were meant to sway even if they have been replaced. What’s hip comes from the gut---the way you tell him to go to hell, how much you love the flute in a school of Les Paul aficionados, how googling randomly is not art although I'm certain it's fun. It's hot. And my beautiful daughter loves lions and green beans. Julie, thank you for the CD recommendation. Ella Fitzgerald singing "Old McDonald Had a Farm" is indeed worth the twelve dollars. Can you imagine? I bet Lucho Bermudez could. Have I mentioned that your hips will move and you will begin to believe (in) me? Fatherhood is a beautiful country. There are olive trees like Van Gogh's paintings saying something to the various temples & moons like we like it here. There are poems. There are lions. There is music everywhere you are.