So this morning on my way into work there was a long haired bearded dude wearing scruffy clothes, sitting at the bottom of the Embarcadero Station escalator cranking on some weird musical instrument and making a wonderful noise that had beat and background drone and a certain fun twang to it. I had no idea what it was but I liked it so I walked over and chatted with him about it. Turns out it was a Hurdy Gurdy! Which brought back memories of an old song from the 60's that I initially remembered as a Beatles song but when I looked it up it turns out it was Donovan. Here is a video of the Donovan song and here is a clip of a Hurdy Gurdy being played. Cool stuff for the Monday morning commute. I gave the Hurdy Gurdy man a buck and stayed to listen for a while.
I didn't make our local Tea Party , but it pulled hundreds of people as well... Tea, anyone? from Father Hollywood by Father Hollywood Like hundreds of thousands of other Americans, the Hollywoods enjoyed a tea party this past Wednesday. "Tea party" (wink wink). Nothing subversive about sipping a little Darjeeling, eh wot? Nothing to see here, Miss Napolitano. Anyway, our local festivities were held at Veterans Memorial Boulevard in Metairie. There were literally thousands of people crammed into the neutral ground (though on that day, the ground was anything but...), as cars and trucks poured by the busy boulevard laing on their horns in support. Here are pictures. And like every such gathering in our environs, there was even a brass band and an improptu "second line" parade. It was a "party" after all. But it was a party with a serious reason. The crowds were so overwhelming that it was hard to hear the speakers, and unfortunately, we did have a fe...
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