I picked up my Dad's copy of Willie Nelson's 'Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die" and have started thumbing through it... my old man managed to find a copy signed and doodled by the bandanna man himself which is pretty cool!
The book is full of hilarious anecdotes... my favorite so far is on the art of farting:
"My grandmother slapped a fart out of me one time that whistled like a freight train. It scared both of us really bad.
She never hit me again."
Next week I'll be heading back to Gweedore in Donegal for a few days of beach combing~ I plan on filling the car trunk with rocks, shells and driftwood which I can bring home and paint.
Jess curled up by my feet, asleep.
Tomato and basil soup with pesto and sun dried tomato wholemeal bread rolls.
I've also just discovered Sage tea~ it has anxiolytic properties which are of great benefit to me as I'm weaning of anti-anxiety medication right now.
I love to write my blog posts in the twilight of the day...when the sun has kicked it's boots off 'till the morrow and I can hear the birds shooting the breeze through the open window, ringing and chiming from the trees like little bells.
Lots of Patti Smith, Willie and Tom Waits, also I discovered Camel Heads through the penabranca tumblr which describes it perfectly and thusly:
"Influenced by Dead Man and North African desert blues, these long-form kraut jams will leave your brains baking on a rock in the Global South, drenched in cosmic sweat. Like waves crashing into the shoreline, the ebb and flow of Anoluz will free your mind, bury your toes in pink sand, and orient your lawn chair towards the sunset."
Listening to this I kind of feel like I've walked into a bar in one of those Western films and I got a tinglin' in my trigger finger.
I can always learn a little something from John.