Lobster Quadrille Doesn't Need An Amen
A local counter culture (i think this has to do with the germ civilisation in kitchens) paper featured our band this week! I thought I should explain the picture on the cover...
Jeremiah Johnson, i.e. solomon, graces the foreground with a very serious expression- clearly nervous about bears.
The rest of us wade in the background praying for his victory over the hidden Great Lake Bear. Solomon wields the sign of our Lord hoping to ward off the fearsome creature. Minutes passed slowly, flowing off the universal clock like so much molasses. After what seemed like an eternity, on solomons mark, the tambourines clanged, the washboard clattered, two members of the band drowned themselves just for effect, and slowly the bear climbed back up the hill away from Ontario Beach.
Kevin Farrell & Amy McDonald, R.I.P.
xoxo
Amber McAlister
Jeremiah Johnson, i.e. solomon, graces the foreground with a very serious expression- clearly nervous about bears.
The rest of us wade in the background praying for his victory over the hidden Great Lake Bear. Solomon wields the sign of our Lord hoping to ward off the fearsome creature. Minutes passed slowly, flowing off the universal clock like so much molasses. After what seemed like an eternity, on solomons mark, the tambourines clanged, the washboard clattered, two members of the band drowned themselves just for effect, and slowly the bear climbed back up the hill away from Ontario Beach.
Kevin Farrell & Amy McDonald, R.I.P.
xoxo
Amber McAlister
posted by la fille du fromage at 5:42 PM
4 Comments:
Does this mean I can call you Amber now?
I will NOT tell you what aspect of my past this reminds me of unless you want me to. It's borderline repetitive at this point. But it's pretty freaky.
If this post was just a little bit shorter I wouldn't have to scroll each time I check to see if you've answered.
i'm sorry, jeanne. i am a horrible friend and blogger. i would actually very much like to know about your past. and your present.
i miss blogworld.
"Miss Blogworld 2006"
Being a friend, you can't be horrible.
I would be happy if you blogged more often, but I know where you are if I need you, to group together in the final days or whatever.
I'll send a mail eventually with relevant details from my past. I'm very busy, and quite scattered as it is.
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