Showing posts with label These Days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label These Days. Show all posts

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Sunday Funnies and Arts









"This machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender." John Hayes finds the link between 9/11, Pete Seeger, Johnny Cash, and Herman Goring...


My parties are never this good. Maybe it's because I never lived in Santa Fe...

PHOTO GALLERY
Scene shop entrance, or Vermeer in New Orleans...

Perfect pitch in the French Quarter...

Premium T. treks to Ballinrobe, Roundfort, Kilmaine, and Cong on a Harry Clarke pilgrimage. Clarke was the Michelangelo of stained glass, and five churches right here in County Mayo can boast examples of his brilliance. The locals we conferred with in a Roundfort didn't know this, though, and had trouble getting their heads around the idea that two people from Seattle would visit Roundfort intentionally. One older gentleman may have known who I was talking about; it was hard to tell as his Mayo brogue bordered on brick-like thickness. As we drank tea (on the house, it turned out), the men at the bar placed bets on televised horse races. The publican phoned them in while a 30-ish blonde out of an Edna O'Brien novel surveyed the proceedings quietly from her perch at the end of the bar.

You've seen her before: No rivals in Roundfort, but just another pretty face in Dublin. She appreciates the male attention, but despairs of her choices. She hates Roundfort, but fears to leave...

Sailor suits galore...

When I get back to Newport, I want Roy to show me sights like these...

Valentino leading lady Agnes Ayres gets carded...

ON THE JUKEBOX
Emmylou and Steve Earle say "Good Bye" with help from Sharon Shannon...