Actually, I didn’t grow up in a gardening family. My dad grew grass for our horses and that was about it. But during my many years in Nicaragua I developed an affinity---and (I say with all humility), some skill---at growing things in the dirt. A certain sensibility is required of this endeavor, which I admit I find a little surprising to have discovered in myself. Right now the garden is in transition from winter to summer. Collards, kale and mustard greens are still holding on. (I have been feasting on them regularly since early fall.) And okra, tomatoes, peppers and eggplant are taking root. I will plant some beans, too. My chicken coop is almost finished, so I’ll have some magic chicken shit to mix in with the mullet heads I buried last fall. All right here at the little pink house. In Tallahassee’s midtown.
So I played a house concert on Friday in Ponte Vidra, Florida. There were about 27 people there. Over half of them were classical musicians; they played for the Jacksonville orchestra, the St. Augustine Orchestra, that kind of thing. (Yea, I know: I was so in my element.) Many of the others at the show were parents of the students of my host, Victoria Scarlett, who teaches violin and cello. Among these were Geeta and Vinjay, who earlier that very afternoon had completed the rigorous process of becoming citizens of these United States. (I would gladly put their knowledge of our Constitution up against that of the next 100 people you see with a Make America Great Again sticker on their truck bumper.) No, these are… Real Americans. And if we want to Make America Great Again, the way to do it is to continue to add people like this to our collective vision and fold. Meanwhile, my rage and ire and contempt for anyone who thinks they are better than someone else, solely because of where they were born, is mitigated by the warm embrace of this couple for the country I love so much.
The self-proclaimed "Dean of American Rock Critics," Robert Christgau was one of the pioneers of music criticism as we know it. And gives Grant's new record a listen....
Executives from Dollar General, The Family Dollar, The Dollar Tree and The Dollar Store met this past weekend at a casino in Biloxi Mississippi. They announced this morning that ---in light of new US tariffs imposed on China---they would collectively, and in unison, change the names of their respective stores to Three Dollar General, The Three Dollar Family, The Three Dollar Tree and Three Dollar Store. Upon hearing of this news, Donald Trump immediately reported that “this is really QUEER no doubt about it.”
I am announcing today that I will seek the office of the presidency of the United States of America in 2020.
My platform is simple and straightforward:
If I am elected, on the morning of the day I am sworn in, the U.S. will officially declare war on the sovereign nation of Canada. And then that evening, the U.S. will officially surrender to the sovereign nation of Canada.
If you would like to support my campaign, just send money to my PayPal account: firstname.lastname@example.org
Yard signs and buttons will be available in August
Grant Peeples (folk singer, Uber driver, poet, land-clearer, artist and AirBnB host)
I’m weary of trying to continue to word-my-way into some sort of clarity about this imperiled planet, and the sickening breed intent upon its ruin. My former ruse---assonance and alliteration---seem not to hold the water that once floated my messy, mixed-up metaphors. So…my creator-fuse is soddened this mornin’
So be it.
All literature will soon enough be stardust.
It is waste of good fishing time.
Behind The Lines With Grant Peeples
Grant Peeples & the Peeples Republik: Settling Scores Vol. II
(review by Bill Glahn)
The title track of Grant Peeples last album, “A Congress of Treasons” was a spoken word piece that appeared last on the album. “Ever since I was a kid, all I really wanted to be when I grew up was a traitor – a spy for the other sides,” starts Peeples. He continues with a narrative about a plan to sabotage the “shopping carts of oppression” and recognizes that revealing those intentions have consequences. Yet “here I go again…” It’s a good starting off point for Settling Scores Vol. II.
READ THE WHOLE REVIEW HERE
Three Songs of Easter
In tribute to those
who freaked-out that morning
when they found the big rock
had been pushed from the door
of a presently empty tomb
who rather that rise-up in arms
to right the grievous wrong
knelt and wept and cowered
and began working on a narrative
to assuage their guilt of complicity
and that would ultimately become a Gospel…
I submit to you
written over a period
of ten years
Jesus was a Revolutionary
Treason is the Reason