Sexy Sunday With 2CELLOS AKA Two Smokin’ Hot Dudes With Large Stringed Wooden Instruments And Bows

Instead of Sensual Saturday welcome to Scorching Hot Sexy Cello Sunday. Yeah. I’m not joking. If you thought that cellos were just for classical tunes–well, think again.  I’ve been thinking again ever since Bearspawprint introduced me to Apocalyptica.

Meet 2CELLOS — If you haven’t already.  The Funniest Moments video serves as a sort of meet and greet piece. Please note that their Thunderstruck has the headline slot in the sidebar to the left <<——.  Their performances have the entire sidebar venue until you hit the great pick me up energy of Aldrey’s La Lista–which now has over 400,000 views since we first turned our ears and eyes to it with hopes of helping it reach an audience of 80,000 to fulfill the goal stated in the song.  Way to play it forward folks 🙂   Depending on your pc it might take some time for the music videos on the sidebar to load. If they don’t then feel free to exercise the watch and listen option on the tubes of you where there is quite an extensive playlist.

Grab a snack, some tea and biscuits if you share Lady Pen’s inclinations, and get charged with two very sizzling cello players, Luka and Stjepan.  Yes, their Criminal Smooth video is <<— to the left. There are 70 more videos on their YouTube site.

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Human Nature 

Published on Mar 13, 2014

http://www.facebook.com/2Cellos
http://www.twitter.com/stjepanhauser
http://www.twitter.com/lukasulic

2CELLOS Luka Sulic and Stjepan Hauser performing Human Nature by Michael Jackson, from an exciting, unforgettable and emotional evening at the beautiful Roman Colosseum in Stjepan’s hometown of Pula, Croatia. The concert took place on 3rd of July, 2013

Filmed and edited by MedVid produkcija

Directed by Kristijan Burlovic
Video editing by Ivan Stifanic & Stjepan Hauser
Sound by Miro Vidovic, Luka Sulic & Stjepan Hauser

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Where The Streets Have No Name

2CELLOSlive 2CELLOSlive

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2CELLOS Official Site

http://www.2cellos.com/us/home

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Discover about 2CELLOS more on:  Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2Cellos

2Cellos (stylized 2CELLOS) is a Croatian[1] cello duo, consisting of Luka Šulić and Stjepan Hauser. Signed to Sony Masterworks since 12 April 2011, the two were discovered after uploading a music video of their cello-only cover of Michael Jackson‘s “Smooth Criminal” to YouTube.[2]

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Bonus = More Hot Dudes With Cellos~~~

Just in case you’re not acquainted with Apocalyptica:

Somewhere Around Nothing 

ApocalypticaVideos

Thanks Bear  🙂

You can explore Bear’s musical inclinations at   http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/

LP’s vocals flood the side-bar

It’s Over

Cover of Roy Orbison song

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Night Like This

kxtradio

Published on Feb 24, 2014

The ukulele-wielding L.A.-based singer-songwriter L.P. came by the KXT studio for a chat and performance of two stunning tracks from her forthcoming major label debut.

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Hey, so yeah, for today LP’s voice is tickling my eardrums enough to wind up here as an introductory post for anyone who didn’t catch her Into the Wild Official Video previously  in The Wild post. I’ve included three interview videos to give some small sense of her.

Here’s a Wikipedia link for background information about LP  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L.P._(singer)  For the music information collectors among you, it’s a starting point for learning about a voice that in 2006  “. . . sparked a bidding war amongst major labels. ” Listen to the Halo track (currently at the top of the side-bar) and there’s no denying her incredible power, range and emotive abilities which seem so effortless upon delivery.

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Into The Wild ~ Point of discovery of LP on the tubes of you. Note, this is not the offical video version cited above.

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Salvation

September 5, 2012 – LP with “Salvation” in the Bing Lounge at 101.9 KINK.FM.  Portland, OR. Presented by Intel.

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2013 Interview at Bluesfest

Lynn Saxberg interview with LP at RBC Royal Bank Bluesfest 2013, Ottawa.

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Interview 2012

LP

Published on Apr 13, 2012

© 2012 WMG Get to know LP in this video interview from SXSW 2012. Video shot and edited by Claire Vogel.

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2008 Interview

LPsobe

A sit-down interview with Sobe Entertainment’s new phenomenal pop/rock act: L.P. She discusses life on the road, a new album, and provides a live acoustic performance from Circle House Studios, Miami FL.

Links for LP

Get ‘Into The Wild – Live At EastWest Studios’ on iTunes: http://bit.ly/HBIUlU
Get ‘Into The Wild – Live At EastWest Studios’ on Amazon: http://amzn.to/GPiYyn

Connect With LP:
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/iamLP
Twitter: http://twitter.com/lprock
Website: http://www.iamlp.com

Catch more LP video listening tracks at YouTube http://www.youtube.com/user/whoisLP

<<<==== LP is currently featured on the top sidebar music video slots to the left of this post.  Enjoy. Please feel free to share by posting in the comments any other tracks you discover.

Dreaming Dreamer Dreams ~ Music Theme Dream 5 January 2014

We all dream. Even if we don’t recall what we’ve been doing or where we’ve been, we’re all busy during all those sleeping hours–and the waking ones as well. How often do you stop and consider just what your dream-life is trying to communicate? Do you take time out to day dream at will? Are you haunted by dark nightmare dreams? Do dreams fuel your creative engines? Or do they allow you to vicariously experience strange and wonderful things beyond the scope of your comfort zone? Where do you dream of wandering? What’s in any dream? Have your dreams ever taken you into unknown territory in your waking life? Dreaming can be a very dangerous thing depending on where the dreams lead. Or not. I guess that depends on what’s in your dream packages.

“Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?” 

Dreamer ~ Low Roar ~ Ryan Karazija ~ His live version is equally compelling, but the audio has a slightly more intense quality on this track. Or perhaps this is because simply offering the song encourages you to close your eyes and focus on the sound and lyrics without the visual component.

yomajo

All Credits to:
Low Roar – Ryan Karazija:
SC: https://soundcloud.com/ryanaudrye
BC: http://lowroar.bandcamp.com/
FB: https://www.facebook.com/lowroar.music

LOWROARMUSICLOWROARMUSIC

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Dream of the Kind Forest

Tomislav Vuk·

Originally composed by Tomislav Vuk. Download link: http://tomislavvuk.bandcamp.com/

Audio production is made with Guitar Pro 6. The picture is from a free wallpaper site.

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Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams  ~ Song: Erik Satie – Nocturne no. III. Don’t let the dark opening deter you from the rest of trailer for this ongoing dreaming which manifests in many diverse forms.

MrMofMs

The legendary director of “Seven Samurai” wants to invite you into his world of “Dreams.” One of Akira Kurosawa’s latter works, “Dreams” is a journey into some of his personal experiences of life and imagination.

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A Shadow of Blue ~ A Dreamlife production by Carlos Lascano.  A waking dream about daydreaming. What do you dream about during your days?

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Dreams ~ The Kills’ cover of Fleetwood Mac ~ A bit dire with shades of an impending storm,  definitely darker, and certainly deeper voiced than Nicks’ vocals. An entirely new sound dream in a voice. Frankly, I think The Kills kill this song like none other.

skary13

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Requiem for a Dream ~ The London Symphony Orchestra ~ Serenity ~ Fan made video featuring River Tam, the ultimate “dreaming death dance girl”.  Some dreams entail confrontation, conflict and sacrifice. Firefly and Serenity fans know this score inside and out.

MrCaptmal

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Love You More  ~ Tresspassers William

Nela Cotrim :

Published on Sep 30, 2012

Trespassers William was an indie rock/dream pop band known for its ethereal music. Originally from Southern California, they moved to the Sodo/Capitol Hill area of Seattle, Washington.
Formed in Orange County, California in 1997, Trespassers William released four albums and two E.P.’s. Anchor (1999) appeared on Sonikwire Records and is now out of print. Different Stars was self-released in 2002 and was re-released twice — most recently on Nettwerk Records on October 19, 2004. In early 2004, the band moved to Seattle. Their third album, Having, (mixed by the Flaming Lips producer, Dave Fridmann) was released on February 28, 2006. The band toured the United States and Europe several times, including a U.K. tour with Damien Rice and a festival appearance in Spain with Morrissey. The band’s music attracted modest press coverage and exposure, most notably in British magazines such as NME and Uncut and was featured on such television shows as One Tree Hill, The O.C., Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Felicity, and movies such as A Love Song for Bobby Long and Annapolis.
The band disbanded at the beginning of 2012. A b-sides and rarities collection titled Cast, which also contains an expanded edition of their 2009 EP The Natural Order of Things, is scheduled to be released by Saint Marie Records on September 4, 2012. Anna-Lynne Williams continues to write and record as Lotte Kestner and one half of the duo Ormonde. Matt Brown is working on more Disinterested material and is playing with and producing several other groups.
Matt Brown — guitar and keyboards Anna-Lynne Williams — vocals and guitar Josh Gordon — bass guitar, drums, percussion, guitar Ross Simonini — bass guitar and keyboards Nathan Skolrud — drums, bass guitar, and keyboards Jamie Williams — drums

*I’ve included the notes above provided by the music uploader, Nela Cotrim, because of my own interests in tracking these indie musical artists. In case anyone else is interested, I’ve shared them.

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Dream links forthcoming as soon as I can update:

Bear http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/calling-dreams-and-dreamers-music-themes/

Deborah http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/dreams-and-dreamers-musical-theme-for-january-5/

Willow  http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/dreaming-calling-dreams-and-dreamers-music-theme-for-5-january-2014/

Johnny http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/dreams-music-theme-january-5th/comment-page-1/#comment-3128

Kate http://sincerelykaterz.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/miscellaneous-mondays/

Breakfast Special, #35, “Lily Muses”

“Lily Muses”

Lily stood at the gas stove waiting for the water to boil for tea. Outside the kitchen window the sky was grey but cloud and snow free as it had been for the last two days. Listening to the local radio report that several main transportation routes were now open and nearly a third of the mainline buses were running somewhat regularly through and in Falls, she wondered how long it would be before Sarge took his leave of her and the Flats and returned to his home in the freight district.  Sooner or later there’d be trucks arriving at the freight docks and, as she understood his description of the location, his place on the second floor of a converted warehouse was only a five-minute walk from work. The college was reopening in three days for daytime classes. Her own regular daily schedule would soon resume. Life in Falls was on the verge of returning to its usual urban ebb and flow after several weeks of extreme weather conditions and a number of events involving fatalities as a result. Lily was not looking forward to a return to the usual scheme of things in Falls, the Flats or most especially in her private life. Having never been other than completely candid with herself, she didn’t have any problems figuring out why. The reason was as direct and unpretentious as the man she didn’t want disappearing from her apartment and daily life. When Sarge departed for his home in the freight district, there would be no more dancing at all hours of the day and night; no more off the cuff conversations about books and personal mysteries; no more Funny Man spreading around home people land scents everywhere he went because he liked them; and a host of all the other no mores of things that were currently a direct result of his presence in her personal space; including the fact that there would be no more human heater quietly warming up the space between the down quilt and flannel cotton sheets night after night, a something which made her home people vibes happily hum with contentment.

Being well attuned to her inner self, Lily knew her emotions concerning Sarge had come a long way from unexpectedly enjoying his company at the theatre and hoping he’d feel the same enough to want to meet again.  She’d taken a giant leap forward simply as a result of his behavior regarding the taxi cab and everything up to and including sharing her down quilt. Sarge presuming nothing and making no demands upon her person had gone a long way with her from the start. Living in close quarters for the last few weeks a relationship had developed to a degree between them that Lily knew from past experiences under normal circumstance would have required at least six months of concentrated effort on her part to build. She was also painfully aware of the reasons for the failures of her previous serious relationships, even if they didn’t all quite make sense to her. Personal incompatibilities were one thing, cultural incompatibilities were another and double standard gender behavior expectations yet another; all, with a few unpleasant surprise of other sorts, had quite effectively motivated her to call a halt to engaging in any relationship for nearly two years until she got a firmer handle on the cultural mentalities at play in what for her was a very serious hunt for a suitable life partner. In her own culture she’d have been settled with a mate years ago. With good health and a little luck, she’d have been a mother at least twice by her current age. She’d known this entire field of the life game had changed for her prior to even arriving in Falls. Awareness of the change had been a large factor in agreeing to travel this path into unknown geographical and cultural landscapes. Quite simply, there was no one of a suitable age remaining for a life partner even by sheer default. Her choices had seemed clear enough at the time: remain with her rapidly dwindling cultural group until they all passed on or venture into another world and take her chances making a life for herself with the option of finding someone suitable to share it with.  She’d chosen this adventure after playing with the numbers of probability in her head for several days. Afterwards she’d simply said to Priest and Gran that she thought it would be fun looking for a needle in a haystack, even though she had no idea whatsoever what a haystack really was. But she was well acquainted with several bone and metal needles and thought that finding one ought to be easy enough even in a very messy place with some patience and persistence. Since then she’d learned about real haystacks, a few things about men, and women, in this culture and a great deal about herself while keeping her senses on red alert for what had become a very elusive needle indeed.

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Though she’d not admitted or discussed with Rosa or Esther, her two closest friends, anything regarding her still evolving emotions concerning the man keeping her company in her apartment, and very little regarding her personal views of him, she’d been keeping up a steady discourse with herself and her home people vibes all along. A few times she’d given serious consideration to discussing Sarge with Anton, but she’d decided against that knowing full well just close he was with Esther and that the only way to keep him from sharing something with his wife was to either not tell him the information at all, or to have it be something he considered so negative that he’d not want to share it of his own accord in order to not upset Esther unless it was absolutely necessary to do so. In addition, there was the matter of his current notions of proper masculine behavior that had inadvertently created issues for her with other men while trying to be helpful. Though in hindsight, those issues had probably kept her from wasting more time and effort on the wrong men.

Lily sighed, glanced at the repair request list and poked her home people vibes into stirring.  Gran, I’m way past liking his smile. I’m to the point of knowing I’ll miss not seeing it when he’s not around. For starters, I feel good knowing he’s coming back here after he goes off to fix something for someone in the Flats and that he’ll be here when I come back from doing something of my own. I’m not sure exactly how he’d deal with caribou, but he’s good at keeping the water, heat and electricity running here. That counts for a lot in this crazy place. He gets along with Rosa’s kids, even Marianna. You know what a terror she can be. He likes being around them. I don’t have to explain to you why that’s a big relief. I sure wish I’d asked Priest a lot more questions about guys from where he came from. But, Priest being Priest that might not have been much use where I am now. This one though, I can almost talk with him like I could talk with Priest. He’s curious and smart in ways Priest would understand better than you because of the books. There’s not much point in talking about having fun with him, we both know having fun with these guys doesn’t always mean what we think it does. So far though, he hasn’t tried to push me in a corner because of it. Not once. I don’t want to jump to any conclusions about that yet though. 

There’s something about him though that gets women’s attention. It’s something like the attraction John has as a musician.  With Sarge though, it’s something else. Obviously, because he’s not a musician, at least not as far as I know. But there’s something I can’t put into words yet. No, it’s not like me being attracted to him. If it was, I’d understand it already.  Esther has noticed it too. It makes her watch him with her hard eyes when there’s a potluck and lots of people around. I think she’s waiting for him to do something. Whatever it is, he hasn’t done it yet. I know she’d tell me right off if he had. It’s as if she’s holding her breath. She likes him. I know she does by the way she talks with him. That’s a good sign. Esther doesn’t like everyone. She’ll be very polite to people she doesn’t like and they’ll never know she doesn’t like them unless she says so to their face. I’m sure she’s not doing that with Sarge. I’ve tried to get her to talk about it, but her eyes go hard then and she shakes her head and won’t say what’s on her mind. Rosa just says it’s not what the women do to try to get his attention that’s important, it’s what he’s not doing in return that matters. As long as he’s “not chasing the tails” as she says, there’s not a problem. My best guess at this point is that this has to do with their notions about sex in some way. That might be my ideas and theirs about that little book influencing my thoughts though.

 Rosa and I have gone through the copy she made of it a couple more times. Now I know the handwriting isn’t his. Anton says the book isn’t Sarge’s and I believe him. Anton knows lying would hurt me more than whatever the truth is about why he has that book with all those women’s names and numbers in it. Oh yeah, he and Anton seem to be becoming good friends. That’s a first. I mean they actually spend time together talking about books and ideas even when they’re not working on someone’s house or doing something else with the rest of the Watch guys. We’ve had a couple of good conversations as a group with Esther joining in too. Priest would consider this a good sign, I think.

  I should tell you, Gran, that not too many people manage to get past what Anton calls his “ghost life” in order to feel really comfortable with him.  I think that’s because they can sense he is dangerous if he’s provoked and they don’t want to take a chance on provoking him. Sarge isn’t afraid of Anton. I can see Anton likes that he isn’t. Hmm. Yes, it’s clear to me that Sarge isn’t afraid because he is a dangerous man too. It’s like them each being dangerous cancels out either of them being scared of the other. It’s odd thinking of Sarge as being dangerous though.  He never behaves in ways that bring it to my attention or anyone else’s for that matter. When he’s with the Watch guys he doesn’t act threatening or intimidating like many of the street guys do. He doesn’t seem to have anything to prove in that way. Maybe it’s because he’s already proved it with other men and the others know this somehow? I wonder if they can smell it? Can I smell it? Hmm. Yes, I think I do, Gran. Oh, I understand what you mean. I can be dangerous too. Yes, I can. It’s like this, Gran, Sarge reminds me of a polar bear who knows exactly how big and strong he is and that he won’t ever go hungry because he’s hunted seals so many times he’s got absolute confidence in his ability to get one whenever he wants to eat. I know, I know, men and bears are not the same creatures. Like I said, I sure wish I’d grilled Priest about guys.

    Where does that put things? That’s exactly what I’m wondering.  I don’t want him to go, but I don’t know if he wants to stay.  I mean, I don’t know if he’d want to stay for the same reasons I don’t want him to leave. For all I know for sure, he’s just into fixing things, like Ricardo. He never says no to anyone who asks for his help. Lily stared at the list. You’re right I’ve got to say more than simply drop vague hints in order to find out what he’s thinking.  Let’s take a look at this list of his and see what comes to mind. Feel free to help out.

The water boiled. Lily spooned loose orange blossom tea into the teapot then filled it with the water.  While it steeped she walked over to the fridge and read the list of home repair requests that Sarge had prioritized as his own from the main list over in the Info Hub.  Based on what she’d learned about how he worked on his own, she calculated that there was a good solid week’s worth of work on this list alone with plenty more on the main list. She stood tapping her fingers on the paper and wondering how he intended to do all this work and return to his full-time job at the docks at about the same time.  Is he planning on not doing anything else but working constantly with a few hours sleep thrown in whenever possible between night shifts on the freight docks and day shifts making house repairs in the Flats? Why on earth would he do that? Or, maybe he isn’t planning on leaving as completely as I thought he would? Maybe he plans on sticking around at least long enough to work his way through the list? As if on cue, the apartment door opened and Sarge came through it with a wave and a very happy to find her at home smile greeting before sitting down and removing his boots out of her sight. “Hi, Lily.”

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Breakfast Special #1 https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/breakfast-special/

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Breakfast Special #36 ->  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2014/01/01/breakfast-special-36-szechuan-shrimp-lo-mein/

Breakfast Special, #16, “Alternate Realities”

Alternate Realities

Lily stood in her dark apartment looking out at the snow in the small backyard between the alley and house glistening in the moonlight. The quiet felt good after nearly constant social interaction all day and late into the night. The impromptu potluck that had started out as a simple way for people to gather for an easy meal had gradually evolved into a full-blown social event. For several hectic hours there’d been a nearly constant flow of food, music, news and talk on the first floor of JJ’s home. Then, thankfully later than the weather advisory report had estimated, snow began falling in earnest and people gradually returned to their homes. The makeshift walkway made of boards, cardboard, plywood and house siding was now being stacked onto the porches in order to keep it from disappearing under the new snow.

Yesterday she’d tired herself out mentally with studying and working ahead on her coursework. Today had been unexpectedly satisfying concerning the never-ending neighborhood assistance work. It had worn her out physically and mentally by the time they’d put JJ’s home back to rights after the potluck. Throughout the evening she and Sarge had met up several times, but only in passing as she moved from one task to another: washing and rewashing plates, checking in with the crews, updating information about current needs, passing out boxes of food, clothing, baby items and children’s toys.  While she’d been changing out the food dishes at the potluck she had noticed that he and Anton appeared to be keeping company together in the way of men and wondered what to make of it. Whenever she’d observed him during the course of the evening it seemed he was always in paying attention mode as if he was literally reading the people around him like people did books on tape. She’d been grateful that he hadn’t come pestering her for attention when there had been so much to do.

Only when Sarge finally came through the apartment door, having finished stacking the boards on the porch after refusing to allow her to help him, did she think about turning on a light. He sat down on the red rug to remove his boots as she flipped the light switch. “Hey, leave it off if you want. There’s plenty of light coming in from the windows.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” She hoped he wasn’t just being polite as she did not really did not want to leave on the artificial light which entirely changed the room’s atmosphere and its connection to the world outside the windows.

“I’m sure. It feels good in here after all the people and music. Smells nice too, sort of like the pine trees in the park but way better.”

Lily quickly turned off the lights. “Hey, Little George sent over some pants and a couple of shirts that might fight you close enough for a change of clothes. Loose is better than tight, right? That is if you don’t mind wearing someone else’s clothes.”

Sarge laughed a little while unlacing his boots. “I have five brothers. While growing up there was nothing but someone else’s clothes. From the looks of Little George, my belt should keep things decent. Mine definitely need at least a rinsing out after today. It’s very considerate of Little George to share his threads.”  Boots off and on the mat, he remained seated on the rug as he looked up at her. “How are you?”

“Me? Oh I’m okay. It’s been a busy day.”

“And night.” It had not escaped Sarge’s notice that Lily had been perpetually in motion the entire evening. Only briefly had he wondered if she was avoiding him. Observing Esther, JJ and several other women and men also constantly putting forth the same efforts to keep the food tables and the first floor rooms generally in order, passing out cardboard boxes with items to meet specific individual needs, talking with and taking notes from nearly everyone who put in an appearance, he quickly realized she was doing what she normally did on such occasions. He looked past her to the windows where he could see that the snow was falling harder and thicker now. “Has Mother Nature gone loco or what? ”

Lily perched on the couch’s arm. “It would be easier to put up with if there was at least some sunshine. The constant grey sky day in and day out is depressing. Five brothers. That’s a lot of ‘guy’ under one roof. Any sisters?”

Sarge shook his head, rose from the floor and went to the windows. “No sisters. How about you?”

“Just one brother.” Now bitterly regretting having brought up the subject of siblings in an effort to learn something more about him, Lily searched for a way of immediately dropping of it. Just thinking about her brother Peter threatened to push her beyond exhaustion to a crying jag she didn’t want to have. Trying hard to suppress a sudden surge of memories, she struggled to remain in the present. Clenching her hands, she worked on refocusing her mind by watching Sarge leaning against the radiators to look upward at the night sky.

“Ever feel like you’ve been grabbed by aliens and dropped into an alternate universe, Lily?” said Sarge.

“Every goddamned day.”  Having spoken aloud without intending to, Lily covered her mouth with both hands to stop herself from saying anything else.

Hearing the anger in her words and the strain in her voice, Sarge turned around.  “Hey, Lily. What’s wrong?” Even though he’d never before seen the frantic expression he now saw on her face, Sarge knew it wasn’t a portent of good things to come. When he carefully moved towards her, she shook her head, hands still over her mouth, meanwhile sliding off the couch arm onto the cushions.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” Lily said quickly as Sarge sat down near her on the couch. She took a deep breath, held it then slowly exhaled. “I’m okay. Just too much snow. “

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“Yeah, too much snow. Do you want me to go get Rosa?” Unsure of himself and what to do, Sarge sat very still watching Lily trying to regain her composure.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t bother Rosa. She doesn’t need anything else to do. It’s just been a very very long day.” Thinking she had herself under control, she pushed her hair behind her ears and tried to smile at him. “Just nerves.”

“Nerves? Am I making you nervous? Uncomfortable? I don’t mean to if I am. I could go over to Anton’s place and crash there if that would help. Just say the word.”

Lily shook her head vigorously. “It’s not you. Really it’s not.” She rubbed her forehead hard while deciding how much she wanted to say. “Actually, now this may sound strange. But I mean it actually it helps with you being here.” She wiped away a sudden tear. “I just need, I need to not think about the snow. Okay? You being here has kept me from thinking about snow too much. This isn’t making any sense to you, is it?”

“Not much. Yet. Keep going. Why shouldn’t you think about the snow?” Sarge glanced out the window at the new falling snow.

“It reminds me of home. Especially now with all of it making everything look like not here, but like there. Like I remember it.” She took another deep breath and let it go. “Remember it is all I can do. I can’t go back . . . can’t go back home because it doesn’t exist anymore. Not the way it was anyway. Here definitely feels like another world. Yeah, it’s exactly like I’ve been grabbed by aliens and dropped in another universe. ”

“I understand that. It’s how I’ve been feeling the last couple of days. But in a good way.”

“I bet. A crazy woman feeds you soup, and after that everything goes topsy turvy.”

“Hey, I ate that soup totally of my own volition.” Sarge hesitated. “Where is, was, home, Lily?”

“Where?” She laughed a little. “Nowhere. It was in the middle of absolutely nowhere; in Alaska, near the Canadian border.”

“Do you mean like in the wilderness? No city? No town?”

She nodded. “No city. No town. Nothing to find on a map. Just some people living together like they had for a very long time.”

“What happened?”

Lily stared out the windows. She thought about going through the contents of Sarge’s coat pockets with Esther and why she’d given into doing that. She looked back at the man patiently waiting for her to talk or not. “A Stealth Bomber happened. Didn’t know what it was at the time. Not until quite a long time afterwards. But that’s what it was. Three of them flew overhead. One had a technical malfunction and dropped a bomb. Right there in the middle of absolutely nowhere a bomb falls on a village so tiny no one ever put it on any map. What are the odds of that? Tell me, what are the odds?” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that thirty-three people are gone. With all the rest of nowhere for a bomb to fall on by accident, one fell right there. Is that crazy or what?”

“That’s definitely in the insane not probable odds category.” Sarge decided against asking any of the questions that were quickly coming to mind. Though she’d relaxed considerably while talking, now in the dark room with only the light of the moon reflected off the snow delineating her face, her raw grief was starkly evident. He followed her gaze out the window for a moment as he considered his next move. Deciding being practical offered the best route of action, he stood up and moved to block her view of the windows. Offering her both his hands he spoke to her in the tone he used with his brothers’ children. “Come on. It’s way past your bedtime, Missy. There’s a down quilt with your name on it waiting.” When she tentatively put one hand and then the other in his, Sarge gently pulled her to her feet. “That’s it. Up we go. Since you’ve been such a good girl today, I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”

“Oh really? Do I get to pick which one?” Lily let go of his hands as they turned together towards the bedroom.

“Sure. Which one would you like to hear? The Three Pigs? Red Riding Hood? Peter Pan?” When he uttered the last, Lily gasped, then, as her knees buckled, grabbed hold of his shirt to keep from falling to the floor. Sarge reacted by catching her around her waist with one arm. Feeling her struggle to regain her feet and fail to do so, he adjusted his stance, slipped his other arm under her legs and lifted her up.”Okay, well so much for that.idea. You have definitely played way too hard today, little Missy.”

One hand clutching the back of his shirt, Lily pushed lightly against his chest. “I’m okay. You can put me down. Just need some sleep.”

Instead of putting her back on her feet, Sarge decided to carry her into the bedroom. “First you need to reach the bed then comes the sleeping. Here we go. Okay, toss or drop? Which do you prefer?”

“Huh? I have no idea what you mean. Just put me down already.”

“’Just down’ sounds like a drop to me” With that, Sarge leaned a little over the bed and let her fall out of his arms onto it. Feeling along the wall in the dark until he found the switch he turned on the small wall light. She stared up at him.

Lily whispered, “Sarge, Peter will never grow up.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the point of Never Never Land. Some people never grow up, no matter what their age.”

Lying in the middle of the bed where he had dropped her, Lily shook her head slowly from side to side. “Not them. I mean, my brother, Peter.”

Sarge carefully sat down on the bed next to her. “Oh the shit that comes out of my mouth at the wrong times. What are the odds, Lily? What are the odds?”

“Oh I’m too damn tired to work that problem in my head right now. Can I get back to you with the answer in the morning?”

“Better yet, how about drawing me a map?”

“A map of what?”

Sarge tapped lightly on her forehead. “Of all the minefields in there so I stop making things go Boom boom!”

Lilly laughed softly. “You’re funny, Sarge.”

“If you say so, I must be.” He watched her try to keep her eyes open then give up and fall deep into a hard sleep.

~~~

Breakfast Special, #17, Never Hook a Gift Fish In the Gills https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/breakfast-special-17-never-hook-a-gift-fish-in-the-gills/

The Watchers by Jon Steele– a guilty reader’s paradise of mysterious delights.

     Ahhh, is reading the guiltiest pleasure ever or what? Hmm? Sometimes it’s so enjoyable it’s positively sinful.  Jon Steele’s The Watchers reads like a great cup of steaming hot Swiss chocolate on a snowy winter day. YUM!  Multiple mysteries move this deftly scored text along to an ending as teasing with potential ‘more’ forthcoming in a future foray into fiction by Jon Steele. Hint! Hint! I am going to try very very hard to glow about The Watchers without tipping Steele’s writing hand–ie, tossing any spoilers.  Perhaps it was just a matter of the right book at the right time while in a certain frame of mind desiring a certain sort of meal for the imagination–or perhaps Steele’s first work of fiction is just very damn satisfying.  Oh yes, I am a well satisfied reader of The Watchers–all very engaging 574 pages of it from Blue Rider Press, June 2012.

     I must confess, and as a visual artist I expect to be absolutely forgiven, for initially being drawn to The Watchers not via any reviews or foreknowledge of the book but by its cover. Yes, the cover art drew my attention like a rich red flower baits and reels in a hummingbird. Light breaking through dark clouds looming over a lighted cityscape complete with pointy towers (photograph “sky” @ Karine Aigner-nicely done, Ms. Aigner). Instead of filling the inner book jacket to overflowing with marketing text Gregg Kulick took the much more enticing text teasing path of less is more.

Click to visit Jon Steele.

   O! Let’s go to Switzerland and visit Lausanne Cathedral where we will meet the absolutely adorable le guet Marc Rochat and his Belles. Scramble one Playboy beauty’s brains for sexy appeals and ta da!, Katherine Taylor is just a call away.  Where, o where has Jay Harper’s long-term memory gone? Hmm? Perhaps Monsieur Booty knows? I’m not telling.  Nope. Not even if interrogated by the Cashmere Copper or those devilishly handsome men who lurk in the shadows.  Not a single “mew” will I mew that might spoil the adventure of going up and down and all around Lausanne Cathedral peeking into the crypt, the belfry and the lunchbox.

      As a “please, please, surprise me with somethings I can’t predict” sort of reader–I am well pleased with The Watchers.  If you enjoy “Could it be this? Or that? Or somethings I’ve not imagined yet, please!?” mysteries then Steele’s tome could answer your prayer for some scrumptious reading fare as delicious as any entrée from Cafe de Grutli.  In other words, procure a copy of the damn book and just start reading. Careful when you commence reading the final acts. I stayed up all night, yes ALL night, to complete the adventure.

      Jon Steele author-book site treats here —>>>  http://www.jonsteele-author.com/

      Excerpt, interview, videos, images, twitter, fb and more! All to get you into the beforetimes, nowtimes and tocometimes.Don’t waste any moretime–just cyber surf to Jon Steele’s cafe nowtime! Steele will even take you inside the cathedral to meet the bells. In my opinion, The Watchers is much more fun than Milton’s Paradise Lost–by far. These fallen angels are much more intriguing.  I can’t recall the last time literay apple pie tasted sooo sweet! Johnny Milton’s apples tends to leave a sour taste on my tongue.  Yes, I know, stop before I get in any deeper.

    If you don’t care to take my words for all the reading yum yum, then just ask Mabel at Blue Rider Press. Yep, that’s Mabel wearing the glasses.

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Blog note: There’s supposed to be an image of very smart dog, Mabel, reading The Watchers above. If Mabel is not lounging in my blogcasa, a mystery in itself, just click the window to visit her at home.

Joe Golem and the Drowning City, an illustrated novel by Mike Mignola and Christopher Golden

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Fresh life is breathed into the old golem myth in this Mignola and Golden collaboration nicely served up by St. Martin’s Press this 2012. If you aren’t familiar with golems then you’re going to be if you go exploring these pages. Let me tell you this is more than an average air freshener generously illustrated with what appear to be black and off white woodcuts. (I seriously needed fresh air after delving into Ghostlights by Lydia Millet–more on that tome another time.)   The art of Joe Golem is good, the square shape of the book is very pleasing and the liberally spaced text entices the eye to read, read, read– all 272 monstrous pages all day long until the back cover is reached and one can go no further–yet!  I hope  this is just the start of a steampunk fiction series for one major reason– Molly. Ah yes in a time of teenage girls all agog over the likes of Lady Gaga (gag) comes the likes of Molly McHugh who knows there’s much more to life and people than shallow celebrities and everlasting lip-glossiness. Intelligent, resourceful, tough and damn fast on her feet Molly is my kind of heroine.  Need a positive strong role model for the fourteen year old female in your abode whose fingertips are superglued to texting? Well Molly just might be the ticket to more stewing on a girl’s brainpan than speed dialing her wit challenged peers.

Joe Golem reads like an expanded graphic novel–strong written and art images with much more text than usually offered in the graphic genre.  It has monsters of both the human and non human variety. Its got action, suspense, and mystery! It’s FUN to run with Molly–she’d run any hollow-wood stuntwoman to death on the fire-escapes of the drowned lower Manhattan. It’s 1925 and the watery world is alive with certain sorts of magic–classy and ancient, wild, wonderful and wet– and strange portent dreams.  It will make your heart pound to the tune of Verne’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and then some when Joe battles the ever enlarging eels. It might break your heart when certain clock works stop ticking.  It definitely should not bore you with another round of sex on the beach for the poor depressed tax man who has learned his wife is having an affair and his daughter does phone sex for a living (Oops, Ghostlights spoiler alert. My bad. I meant to refer to the drink–you knew that right? Yeah, I couldn’t lie to save my skin. A few more references to Ghostlights and I could knock that review off here via the old standard of compare and contrast–enjoyable read to not enjoyable read. In case you don’t know which is which at the moment just wait till I get to the Millet tome).

But you don’t have to be a fourteen year old girl to relish Joe Golem and the Drowning City. I’m certainly not. But I sure wish there were girls like Molly in the books I was reading at fourteen. Little Women never quite did it for me.  One more thing I really like about this book–how it presents notions of friendship, loyalty and family.  There is more to relationships than who shares your gene pool. Just ask Felix, Joe, Molly and Simon Church.  They don’t need no crystal balls to see the truth–after all, crystal balls are just props for amateurs in life.  Oh, by the way, this is a story about a girl whose best friend, a classy old magic man is kidnapped by a mad scientist and how the girl and her new friends. Joe and Simon, try to rescue him.  Yes, it is.  And then some.

Update News: There’s going to be a movie:    http://www.comicbookmovie.com/fansites/BatFreak/news/?a=63611

St. Martin’s Press link –with excerpt:  http://us.macmillan.com/joegolemandthedrowningcity/MikeMignola

Fort Defiance, AZ — What elected officials fear = opposition to SB 2109. Gee, I wonder why. Not.

Click image designed by Donovan Pete to use as cover on facebook.
Regarding Fort Defiance meeting to discuss SB 2109:
Posted on Navajo Truth SB 2109 facebook page along with the photos, links, observations and thoughts of many other people.  http://www.facebook.com/#!/navajotruth

via Bonnie Jean Canyon:
The police presence at the Fort Defiance meeting was intense and intimidating. This was mentioned by more than one person when the public was allowed to address the NNVP and other officials. I feel it was uncalled for and excessive. Im still trying to figure out why they also needed 2 or 3 fire trucks and also 3-4 ambulances? They must know already just how strongly the people are opposed to this? All the emergency response vehicals took up so much space it was very difficult to find parking. There was a pretty good turn out but it was after 5 that people started showing up even though the meeting started at 4 and Im assuming its because most work until 5. They ran out of chairs and many remained standing for most of the meeting. I feel the power point slide show they presented was meant to sell the bill more than it was to educate and inform. The people present strongly opposed the bill and many who wished to voice their concerns and ask questions were not allowed to speak. I was very happy to see young people in attendence including 2 that came all the way from Phoenix to speak and also a student from Dine College. At least 3 people spoke up towards the end and called out to the NNVP that they had not been allowed to speak. Once again proof that more forums are needed and also that more time should have been given to the public to speak and ask questions. It seems that most feel, that despite the claims of all the uncertainties of letigation, most would rather continue the fight for water claims in court than to waive them and settle.

 

Photo from Renaldo Chapman–on Navajo Truth SB 2109 facebook–Security at Fort Defiance meeting.

 

For some insight into the land, people, history and political economics involved in this issue consider this article at — Izilwane –Connecting the human animal to theglobal ecosystem

“Belonging to the Land,  Part One: The Elders of Black Mesa” by Zoe Kransey

http://www.izilwane.org/belonging-to-the-land-part-one-the-elders-of-black-mesa.html

“Part Two: Big Mountain”

http://www.izilwane.org/belonging-to-the-land-part-two.html

“Part Three: We’re Still Here.”

http://www.izilwane.org/belonging-to-the-land-part-three-were-still-here.html

 

Our Water Rights has a hard copy letter writing campaign underway. For information on SB 2109 and HR 4067,  and the addresses for snail mail visit www.ourwaterrights.org

SignOn.org petition to Stop SB 2109  http://signon.org/sign/tell-arizona-senators.fb9?source=s.fb&r_by=4272644

 

 

note: This  information, quotes, photos, etc has been posted with prior permission-agreement with Navajo Truth in order to share information.

 

 

 

“Son of the Sun” ~ Willie Dunn and cover by Kashtin

Now, in deference to that incredible Solar Power in the sky–and–to the interconnections of things, a suitable song from Willie Dunn:  “Son of the Sun”. First came across this song on a collection of music that I’m still trying to get re-shared via the party with whom I shared it.  A full body search may be required before I hear that specific cd send  forth its tunes  again.

More about Willie Dunn —>>>>

http://www.auraltrad.com/willie/info.html

http://www.trikont.com/basics/cgi-tdb/basics.prg?a_no=160&r_index=10

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HELLO FOLKS. Have replaced the deleted youtube video with this one which features ONLY Dunn singing and no visuals. Something about listening to the lyrics is enhanced–I think. If you have another version to suggest please post a link/video in the comments. Thanks.

 

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