We came across this interview recently, which some may have seen on Otis' Monterey Pop DVD. Although Mom has seen countless interviews with her late uncle Phil Walden, this one is particularly moving, considering it was later in his life when he was battling cancer. Still, his soul clearly shines and the way he expresses himself is truly poetic. It's worth sitting down and watching this weekend. May this kind of passion inspire us all to come out kicking to keep the Georgia Music Hall of Fame in Macon!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Where the Antelope Play
Mom has been working on her Wyoming article all week for Houston County Magazine. And while she is trying to capture its beauty with words, Honeyshot finally sifted through over 2000 photos and uploaded some of her favorite images from the journey. Click here to visit her site and see the place that still has Mom's heart fluttering.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Candy Wants an Encore!
One of the Bragg Jam shows Mom missed because she was busy showering off the sweat from the Arts & Kids and helping Shuga D unload coolers from the truck was the stellar and much-talked about kick-off performance of the “Rabbi and Friends” at the Hummingbird. Not only did Mayor Robert Reichert duet “Blowing in the Wind” with City Councilman and “the Rabbi” Larry Schlesinger, but Councilwoman Nancy White joined the stage for a rousing performance of “Everybody Must Get Stoned.” Here are the “modified” lyrics:
EVERYDAY SERVANTS #12 & 35
They'll stone you when you’re tryin’ to be so good.
They'll stone you just like you knew they would.
They’ll stone you when they’re idlin’ the cars.
They’ll stone you when massagin’ goes too far.
But we would not feel so all alone,
City Councils must get stoned.
They’ll stone you when there’s garbage in the street.
They’ll stone you when a park’s not nice & neat.
They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to walk the dog.
They’ll stone you when you’re not at City Hall.
But we would not feel so all alone,
City Councils must get stoned.
They'll stone you when you’re ‘round the Council table.
They'll stone you when they know you’re bright and able.
They'll stone you when you’re spendin’ city bucks.
They'll stone you and then they'll call Chris Krok,
But we would not feel so all alone,
City Councils must get stoned.
They’ll stone you when you try to annex land.
They’ll stone you when you lend a helpin' hand.
They’ll stone you when the homeless are around.
They’ll stone you when Bragg Jam takes over town.
But we would not feel so all alone,
City Councils must get stoned.
They’ll stone you and they’ll say that it’s your end.
They’ll stone you but they'll seek your vote again.
They'll stone you and then say that you are brave.
They'll stone you when you’re diggin' your own grave.
But we would not feel so all alone,
City Councils must get stoned.
Bragg Jam Wuz Here
Her calves are still sore and there are blisters on her feet. That only means that despite the madness and responsibilities of Bragg Jam, Mom still had a chance to dance! She went to Church with the Lee Boys at the Patron Party. She rocked out with the ladies of the Moaners (and envied their killer pink guitar). She watched Floco Torres and Al K!ng whip the Hummingbird in a frenzy before City Council and Citizen Insane brought the crowd to their knees at 580 Cherry. Then it was on to the Cox Capitol Theatre to see Vex continue to declare themselves the punk rockers they will always be . . . And the night only got crazier as Mom pulled double-duty between T-Bird and the Breaks unforgettable show and Loose Change’s memory-awaking reunion. The beautiful chaos only continued from there . . . and lasted well into the morning.
The numbers are still being tallied, so expectations remain hopeful. Despite what the dollar amount will be, the success is evident. There were a couple of moments when Mom had to make sure her mascara wasn’t running when complete strangers approached her and told her how Bragg Jam was making life great . . . for everyone. There were families. There were hippies. There were veteran rockers. There were college kids. There were townies. And there was further diversity at every single show. That right there means something in Macon. It only gets better from here.
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