This is just a quick-dash post to let anyone riding the DC metro this morning know that there’s a fantastic violin and electric bass duo playing at the south exit of the Dupont Circle metro stop. To hear “If I Were A Rich Man” trilling along and unscored by the bom-bom-bom of the bass as [...]
Archive for June, 2008
Hit Dupont Circle for Morning Music
Posted in music, tagged busking, music on June 27, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Putting the “Mmm” in Mistakes
Posted in baking, tagged baking, chocolate, mistakes, nigella, orange, sour cream on June 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Lately everything I bake has been turning out all goofy-footed. It always ends up tasting great, but it’s never without its surprises. And I think I can blame it on the somewhat lax attitude I’ve taken to following directions these days — a completely un-Jen mindset that’s producing mixed results across the board.
The other week [...]
Heat Rash
Posted in photography, writing, tagged heatwave, photography, play-along, writing on June 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
We’re pushing record June highs in this Mid-Atlantic heatwave, and the accompanying delirium is setting in. People are stumbling though parking lots, staggering into big-box stores and sucking in the AC like suffocating Hoover uprights.
I yearn for something cooler and sweeter and gentler to take hold and oust this humid mess; send it back into [...]
More Graves Mountain Pics
Posted in music, photography, tagged bluegrass, festival, graves mountain, music, photography on June 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have a few more pictures from the weekend at the Graves Mountain Festival of Music that I thought I’d throw onto the screen for you. In other music-making news, I’m working on “the chop” and lamenting that I did not inherit my mother’s long fingers.
These folks had the right idea. The stream ran right [...]
Graves Mounatin Breakdown
Posted in music, tagged bluegrass, festival, graves mountain, mandolin, music, writing on June 3, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I turn to my friend in the lawn chair beside me, give him a blissed-out smile that is equal parts sunburn and warm wine, and with my generally dormant mountain accent turned up to thick and dripping, sigh, “Lord, I love the smell of honeysuckle on the night air.”
And, in agreement, the band on stage [...]