Latently talented Outreach Officer Kreemé [19 my ass - Ed.] was the first to offer plaudits for th' Isle's new non-discriminatory policy unveiled yesterday. "Us babes have been sidelined in favor of skeevy old guys for like, ever," she enthused. "And it's a sign that wokeness has reached our distant shores when a babe like I can have equal transparency than, like, the bunch of creepy old slobs in the Tiki Lounge, what with their male gaze and ear hair. Yeeuch."
That's right, Kreemé! And to celebrate our new diversity, we're proudly platforming a couple of swell country rock albums from Delbert McClinton and Glen Clark!
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I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the good people at Blogger for making the simple operation of adding images to a blog post a total fucking crapshoot.
ReplyDeleteTo qualify for this swell blister-pack of back porch pickin' n' singin', simply tell the rest of th' Four Or Five Guys© what you can see if you look out of your window right now. This assumes you have a window, and are eyed, so I apologise for hurting the feelings of the window-deprived and eyeless.
Darkness. Its 3am here. But, no hurricane, so count my blessings.
ReplyDeleteI orta said this awready - if it's dark, or like, if you have the drapes closed or the blinds shut - what would you see if it was light and you could see out of the window?
ReplyDeleteAh, now you tell me. I would (and since morning has broken, can now) see a nice grass area, leading to Bayou St John. Too early for the sunbathers, so none of the La version of Kreeme out there, yet.
ReplyDeleteLove Delbert. Have seen him live numerous times. Once at a civil war fort at Daupin Isle, Alabama, and Clark performed a few songs with him. Clark has never really appealed to me.
That's odd. He says his moments with you are among the most "luminously lovely" - his phrase - he ever experienced.
DeleteI see the eve of destruction.
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Is it true that Delbert taught John Lennon to play harmonica?
Day 8 of my evacuation from my home due to wildfires in my area. Out my window are black cows with short stubby legs...some special breed. There are donkeys too. Later in the day the alpacas will be fucking under palm trees. It's not in the 90s yet and the smoke is clearing. There you have it, eight days in a fucking cow pasture and a few more to go. It's actually a very nice spot and magical in a way that reminds me of all those folk in the 60s that bought horse drawn gypsy caravans and just rode around the country side, tripping and playing music. For reals.
ReplyDeleteI mainly see the passion fruit vine on a trellis nailed to
ReplyDeletethe wood fence. I also see some ashy haze from the Bobcat
Fire back there to the northwest. From where I sit, though,
that Glen Clark sure does look to have a way with words.
California, Oregon & Washington sent their wildfire smoke to us, so out the window there are no tangerine trees and marmalade skies. But I can hear the fish vomiting out in the bay.
ReplyDeleteHere ya go, pals!
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"I can hear music" - Carl Wilson
"I can hear the grass grow" - Roy Wood
"I can hear the fish vomiting out in the bay" - Bob in Vancouver
Well Bob's yer Uncle! Either that or "Ross: Dress For Less!"
ReplyDeleteI sure am glad that FMF [TM] is on bored with all this New ABnormal language.
I almost feel like joining in!
"Transparency."
"Mindfulness."
Is there any chance of one's (is a lonely number, says the 4-or-5 who perpetually gaze at the sunbathers here) getting Voted Off the Island...?
I'll paint a picture for you:
Can you say "Cancel Culture"?
I've heard of loose cannons, but this is gettin ree-dik-u-luss...
No child of 19 left behind!!!
I can see my lovely tropical lanai with pool and waterfall backed by what used to be hole 6 of our community golf course before it went bankrupt 15 years ago and now is a lovely open grassy field often occupied by grazing deer. Ain't too shabby!
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