For me and my gal.
And on Friday the 13th, too. Boogity boogity boogity.
Tags: Friday the 13th, harvest moon, Leon Redbone
For me and my gal.
And on Friday the 13th, too. Boogity boogity boogity.
Tags: Friday the 13th, harvest moon, Leon Redbone
September 13, 2019 at 8:26 am |
Nat King Cole version much better!
September 13, 2019 at 8:34 am |
Well, now, I don’t know about that. …
NKC is the real deal, but I still think Leon Redbone when I think “Harvest Moon.”
How about Coleman Hawkins and Ben Webster?
September 13, 2019 at 8:37 am |
Personally I like a month where Friday the 13th actually falls on Friday.
September 13, 2019 at 8:44 am |
Seems like every day has been Friday the 13th since Nov. 8, 2016.
September 13, 2019 at 8:48 am |
Word! Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does.
September 14, 2019 at 12:38 am |
You got that right! I have to admit planning to get out of the USA before Orange Hitler took over,(started seriously thinking about it when W got re-elected) but Don the Con certainly increased our incentives!!!!!!
September 13, 2019 at 8:51 am |
September 13, 2019 at 8:48 pm |
Speaking of music, O’G,we had a good one here last night.
http://www.lunasa.ie/
September 14, 2019 at 7:56 am |
Oooo, that must’ve been a good one indeed. You can see why we invented whiskey. To dance to that one needs the fortification.
September 14, 2019 at 1:40 pm |
Was excellent. I kicked myself for not giving you and Herself a heads up.
September 14, 2019 at 9:21 am |
That’s great music! Start practicing that flute Patrick. I’ll practice the guitar more. Then we just need someone to play those “fucking pipes.”
Did you go see the concert Khal? I would have gotten in the first rows so I could see the guitar players hands.
September 14, 2019 at 1:41 pm |
Yes, we went, but we opted for the cheap seats, up in the second tier of the balcony in the Lensic. If we had been closer to the front I would have loved to see how that guy was working the “fucking pipes”!
September 14, 2019 at 1:49 pm |
’Tis only the Scottish bagpipes that we call the “fucking pipes,” lads. The uilleann pipes, being Irish, strive to recreate the melodious tone of the Lord breaking wind. They are generally played whilst seated as the fellow performing is usually too pissed to stand.