in my head all day
after hearing a wonderful version
played by Paul Williamson [and the rest of the Gianni Marinucci Swing Train]
at the Paris Cat last night
thanks gentlemen, it was a splendid night.
and for those of you who expect dye stories here
i do have one.
a vicious needle bit my finger
and drew rather a lot of blood
so
in the spirit of waste-not-want-not
i bundled a leaf into the cloth i used to mop the blot
blood proved its worth not only as mordant
but also as adhesive
the leaf [bougainvillea] stuck firmly top the bloodstain
but not to the rest of the cloth
mother's spit (and bougainvillea) work miracles (not to mention stardust).
ReplyDeleteis that a rather round Henry Mass I spy - oh how all those memories come tumbling back - The Black Cat, The Night Cat, now the Paris Cat, cool cats, Brunswick Street on Saturday night, Marios - yes there are some things about Melbourne I really do miss
ReplyDeleteThe statuesque gentleman is Bob Sedergreen, piano player of note (pun intended )
DeleteYes, I also believe in using materials and opportunities at hand, including blood. May your finger heal quickly.
ReplyDeleteStardust - one of my very favorites (Willie Nelson). Thanks.
ReplyDeleteStardust... I've been watching stars a bit lately... I don wonder about the dust.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely melody to have on your mind. And the gentlemen look like they enjoyed it as well.
ReplyDeletelove it!
ReplyDeleteHoagy's granddaughter
is a dear friend
stardust memories
mend...
xox - eb.
That was my daddy's favorite song--especially sung by Nat King Cole.
ReplyDeletenow i am disappointed India........always thougt your blood was blue................
ReplyDeleteXXXm
it might be. i didn't show the original!
Deletecertainly turned brown in the dyepot...
wonderful poem...and pin pricks can lead to accidental treasures.
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