Not just for the birds
It's not at all "just" for the birds. It's not "just" for any one thing. It's for Angus, whose rapturous pursuit of birds expresses the epitome of equivocal desire: his instincts draw him toward birds, but he knows I'm also interested and - because he checks on where I am, even when he's birdy - …
So I'm playing my bagpipes at the Tilted Kilt the other night, and it's nutty and people are shoving $1 bills in my arm garter, and this fetching woman comes up and puts some cash in there, looks me in the eye and says, "I prefer metric shot." There's only one other person on earth …
What an ungodly time to post anything about chukar. Right now, all here is mud. Now is the time to focus on the losing battles of keeping your house as clean as you in no way can. Now is the time to ignore dirt drying on carpet if at all possible. Now is the time …
We all have things in life that mess us up. Some result in really bad stuff happening. Others are less severe. I like to think my problem with birds lies in the latter category. But I guess that's actually relative. Nevertheless, I regretfully and proudly would like to make the formal announcement of my (with …
Gun as guitar? Bill Frisell: guitar as gun? It hit me like a D-minor 7th substituted for an F major chord: when Angus points, I hold the gun in the ready position like a guitar. I don't play the guitar, but my favorite musician does, and I've been wondering for years why, on a good …