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At first I thought this was a mafia turtle getting ready to dump a body in the grass. I called the police and they showed up and told me that there is no turtle mafia and that it was just getting ready to lay it's eggs.
WInter of 1991
Illingworth, Halifax
Taken early 1991, digging out the drive, the car under the snow is a red Rover 216
DIGGING
THERE'S NO CONNESSION
BUT I WANNA TRY
TO UNDERSTAND ME
INSIDE MY FUCKIN' MIND
ALL YOUR WORDS GROW TOO FAST
FLY TO HIGH TO FOLLOW A WAY
EVERY TIME IS TOO FAR
BUT TODAY I HAVE FOUND MY DREAMPLACE
DIGGING IN DEPTH
I'LL FIND A DIMENSION
SHELTER FOR MY PAIN
REFUSE EVERY REACTION
(shandon - skamobile)
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Burlap and opals. Moonshine and macrobiotics. Shaken and soothed. How Suzanne Santo (vocals/banjo/violin) and Ben Jaffe (vocals/guitar) managed to reconcile not just polemics, but seemingly opposed realities for their sexually tinged, bruised knee honeysuckle take on roots music has to be heard to be understood.
Yet somehow the young 20-somethings figured out that it’s the extremes that define the middle, whether embracing the big mistakes in the bluesy smoulder “Glad I Done What I Did,” embracing the romantic doubt that is the low slung gospel of “Don’t Know How,” or the euphoric romp-age of “Let’s Get Wrecked” that embraces the arc debauchery completely. This is the sound of coming not of age, but awareness; and digging into what it means to be alive permeates throughout honeyhoney’s October 24th release of Billy Jack on Lost Highway Records.
Essential Travel Only - Gimpo's M25 25 Hour Spin March 2021
“Take one day, rest a while, and pretend the world is just for you"
“They could do with a bench here” - Lewis Greifer
Sometimes I do things I don't fully understand. Gimpo's M25 25 Hour Spin remains top of the list.
Sat at a table at Thurrock Services some years ago, sometime around 5am, Gimpo couldnt work out how many years and how many M25 25 Hour spins he had done, or planned to do. I sat and listened as Tim told him to count on his fingers: 1997 was Spin year #1. Spin year #25 would be 2021. Gimpo looked utterly confused by it all.
The plan this year was to plant a bench to mark 25 years of Gimpo's M25 25 Hour Spin. “Benches are about functionality: they need to be used. Unlike a gravestone, a bench shows that somehow you’re still part of the world, you have a purpose and a function.”
But this year, like last, was a global pandemic and respect had to be shown to anyone who may have lost friends, family and loved ones. We all masked up and met outside on the tarmac in the main carpark at Thurrock Services, between J30 and J31 off the M25.
This year was assembled under the guidelines of "Essential travel, for work purposes only." There will be more spins in future to make up for lost time, but for now, the memorial bench had to be planted. On the M25 Gimpo is the artist, and he had decided the bench was going in by any means necessary, safety first, of course.
Gimpo was very excited about his new Van, it was leaking water but other than that it was in good shape. It was a classic Ford Transit panel van which he had bought online a few days ago from someone in Worcester.
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I started by digging an entire trench and shoveling the dirt into a garbage can and then laying the compost, then laying the leaves, then covering the whole thing up with the dirt from the can. By the second trench I was through. So I then just dug a square about 2 feet across, then laid in compost, then covered in leaves, then dirt. Here is one such square.
There were lots of rainbows around that day, so her chances of hitting a pot of gold were greatly above average!
Our time here is over
baby we're done
this fussin and fightin
ain't in any way fun..
I'm going back Home
to to the old home stead..
got 2 good hands
& baby I ain't dead..
Gonna take that old house
and bring it back to life...
this life i'm livin's
cutting me like a knife....
Want to get back to growing
my own food to eat...
county road living
beats any city street..
Just like the Waltons Baby
we can survive...
that old homestead
can keep us alive...
theres a fireplace
and a big old spring...
all the water we can use
and it won't cost a thing...
i'll buy some chickens
and old milk cow...
I'm fixing up that old homestead
and doing it right now..
say what ya want
do what ya will
but this is the plan Honey
this is the deal...
I'm going back to the country
and doing my own thing...
where I'm on my own
and the phones don't ring..
stay if you want baby
that's up to you
we all gotta do
what we gotta do...
the windows open
and it's mine to take
staying here i'm digging
my own grave.....
repeat chorus...
all lyrics posted by me was writen by me..connetta jean...
Richard Gedge in Exmoor: "Finally breaking out after a week snowed in, only to see more snow falling now...looks like more digging tomorrow."