Accompanied the 'rents to a shindig put on for an association end of year thang. Am feeling quite stoopid that I never knew you could take an airboat ride in these here parts to traipse around the St. John's River. Yes, you can, at the Lone Cabbage Fish Camp.
Here's the ride heading north from SR-520:
Many gators sighted, we stopped to spy one up close and personal.
Last bit of the half hour ride was South of 520 to Lake Poinsett.
Post-ride eats at the fish camp included fried cat fish, baked tilapia, slaw & beans, and yummilicious hush puppies. Seafood *always* comes with hush puppies. Northern climes often uck this up.
News to me in Southern styles is a Bloody Mary served, not with a stalk of celery, but with - ew! - a pickle. Cheek swoonage ensued, and not in a good way.
Head still spinning from the pickle ick factor, upon departure we spied the requisite Southern entreaty to return. Grrr ... Kernan the Grammarian's bile rose. Move that apostrophe, I do dee-clayuh!
Caught the Indigo Girls last night at the Atlanta Botanical Garden. My second repeat concert offense there - saw Rufus Wainwright with Kimplicated, Boone, and Marin's Mom a couple years back.
Fantabulous venue. Didn't mind getting moist in the light pre-show showers with Pjayamamama, the evening's concert consort. Opening act performance serendipity struck again, as is its wont to do, in the form of Brandi Carlile. Backed by a cellist and identical twins on guitar & acoustic bass, she was effing amazing.
Her tune The Story is garnering vid and airplay from its use in the season closer of Grey's Anatomy. My vid capture in the gardens has decent sound, but zilch stabilizing assistance. Time for a new camera?
The Indigo Girls came out during Brandi's set to harmonize on Cannonball. 3 part chick harmony: shiverlicious.
I'd seen the Indigo Girls last summer with Kimplicated at Chastain. A good show, but not nearly as intimate as the Garden, venue-wise. Don't know their whole catalog, but several lines struck me:
"You should listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense left", Pendulum Swinger Amen!
"Put your head on my heart and lay down in the crook of my arm", Three County Highway. Where do I sign up? I'd like to get me somma dat.
"I'm gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young", Get Out the Map. Indeed.
They invited Brandi back out on a few tunes. Chick three part harmony shivered again with Bob Dylan's Don't Think Twice. Warning: listen only - the vid focus sucks. Big time.
Pjayamamama's sensitive to audaciously loud tunage, but she allowed as how she'd repeat offend at the Garden. Methinks Chastain might be her cup o' tea as well. Her finely bald-headed husband is slated to be my consort for the Dave Matthews Band at Piedmont Park in September, and two of her urchins were my consorts for The Fray, Gomez, and Eisley two weeks back.
Ah. Summer. Music. Peeps. Good times. Good times.
"The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time." - James Taylor
Accompanied the 'rents to a shindig put on for an association end of year thang. Am feeling quite stoopid that I never knew you could take an airboat ride in these here parts to traipse around the St. John's River. Yes, you can, at the Lone Cabbage Fish Camp. 
Head still spinning from the pickle ick factor, upon departure we spied the requisite Southern entreaty to return. Grrr ... Kernan the Grammarian's bile rose. Move that apostrophe, I do dee-clayuh!
