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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Original Post - May 30, 2013 - 10:51am PT
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//Take one broken love
And take this to heart
Drink a cheap quarter beer
And get a brand new start//
Well, it's a blues, any way you say or play.
My old friend Mel is still kicking back in Planada. He and I met up a day or so ago in his parking lot on Highway 140, just outside Planada.
You've nearly all seen this and wondered how that could be, a quarter for a beer.
Well, if you never stop, you never get the story and you never get that quarter beer. The whole beer costs a buck, you see.
Mel is legit, though, in that he loves the blues and brews scene. I don't know Mel well. I chant say it matters. We have a mutual friend from Le Grand, Jay Wood's his name, singin' and playin' the Chicago style he does, he brings joy and lots of volume to his gigs. Some folks calls it over-amplification. I calls it loud and I loves me some loud blues. Johnny Winter loud.
Jay is re-nouned for sound and the reason he no longer gigs is that he refused to turn it down in almost all the local venues, so he's no longer persona grata. The legendary get more so than less, er, more re-nouned?
The over-simplified reason there is this post is that there is a happening, a doin', a fish fry coming on Juneteenth. Thatfalls on Saturday this year, so it's a reason to have a blues gig and fish fry, says Mel--and Sam, who told me about it first.
Then I went round picturing this and that old relic laying about with my camera and when I came back to the parking lot, there was old Mel getting out of a car.
We renewed our all-to-brief encounters with Jay--me as a former roommate in 1968, and he as Jay's venue-provider and local friend. I had not talked to Mel in over twenty years, and he has not slowed down much, but how can you slow down from "amble" is beyond me. He does nothing so well, I'm jealous.
My own personal watchword lately is "do nothing." It's the ee cummings school where there is nothing important enough to bother capitalizing or such
in italian that would be bella cosa far niente
it is beautiful to do nothing
but it is beautiful to hear the blues through the ooze of beer foam in a cold mug while smelling fish frying
You have the sum total of my knowledge of this upcoming event.
It is the afternoon of June 15, 2013.
It is at Mel's Old West on Highway 140 on the west end of Planada.
Samantha is waiting to see who shows up from Yosemite, but they are the losers if they don't come on down and party!
See ya there!
Mellowest man on the West Coast.
Mark it down on the calendar.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - May 30, 2013 - 01:39pm PT
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Feesh be cats.
Fish is good enough. How should I know?
I remember a memorable trout fry at Lloyd and Debbie's at their cabin.
And one of the best menu items at the 510 Bistro on Main here is the beer-battered fish and chips, but that's not the same.
Feesh don't need tenderizing.
I'm out the door, Ron. Heading the other way today.
See me in Simi at the end of the day.
Via highway 33. No interstate. You might miss a quarter beer out in the hinterlands.
Avenal, next stop.
Keep bumping along, Echo.
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