The answer to yesterday's question (see previous post). The antidotes to the new fascist poison emanating out of D.C. = Poetry, Music, Spirits, Love...
We packed up our instruments, motored over a few miles to a small wine shop, and played our songs in a fabulous back-room. There was a small, wonderful, loving crowd. Three of us up front. Two guitars & drums/percussion. Two voices. Big chandelier dangling over us, an impressive fireplace raging behind us. It was cold and snowy outside, warm & cozy inside. A poet started the night with gorgeous lines of poetry. Then we did our thing. A small, but super-essential thing to do. We billed it as a night of Poetry, Spirits, Music & Love. It was all of that and more. I even took the mic and floated a few choice words against our new fascist terror dome. We are against it. Whole-heartedly. Anyway, a good way to celebrate an alternative vision; manifesting a better day, a better way. And, yes, for sure, damn the torpedoes...
