Post Storm; Blessings; Tunes

Last night when I made my entry, I thought the storm was over. But such was not the case. Shortly thereafer, it began raining again, and rained steadily for about six hours. Apparently it was the most rain within a one day period since the records started being kept.

As I went in, I noticed a woman in what I would have to call African tribal clothing. She was wearing a full-length white garment accented with a pattern of large red and orange flowers. On her head was a matching turban-like headpiece with an intricate folded knot on one side. It was an exotic and very striking outfit. And very unusual for this area.

As I went out, she asked me a question about where she could purchase a money order. And I explained the nearest location that I was aware of. I could not place her accent, or lack thereof. I wondered if I should ask her nationality. But I quickly thought that if she was from somewhere else, such a question might be considered rude. At the end of our conversation, she said, "May God Bless You." A rather nice ending, I thought.

Some of the highlights of the last few days have been:

Remy Zero: CD "Villa Elaine"
My scribbled notes indicate a number of references to this CD.

Ellis Paul: CD "The Speed of Trees" Track: "The Ballad of Chris McCandless"
Heard this for the first time today. I first read of Chris in "The New Yorker." He gave away almost all his possesions and moved into the Alaskan wilderness to live off the land. Hermit or prophet or psychotic youth, I don't know. He was not able to maintain himself and perished in the wild. His story is so tragic and haunting that it almost mythological. The track is Ellis' tribute to Chris. (Chris' story is documented in Jon Krahauer's book, "Into the Wild.")

Porcupine Tree: CD "In Absentia"
Another CD that pops up in my notes several times.

Jeff Buckley: CD "Grace" Track: "Hallelujah"
This a song of etheral beauty. The voice of an angel. Jeff died of drowning several years ago in Memphis. He was on a riverboat and decided to swim to shore but did not make it. He was the son of Tim Buckley one of the late 60s best songpoets. He too died too soon of a drug overdose.

Jefferson Airplane: CD "Surrealistic Pillow" Track: "Coming Back to Me"
One of those songs that you first hear years after the introduction. And it never leaves you. "Through an open window, where no curtain hung, I saw you, I saw you, coming back to me."

I really need to make a separate list.

PAX!