So now that I’m taking lots of iPhone pics, I’m trying to do a monthly round-up of some of my faves but I keep getting behind. It’s spring and, despite being monsoon season in Arkansas, I’ve spent lots of time outside recently. I’ve also spent lots of time obsessing over things probably best left alone. And there’s been lots of procrastination in general. But well into May, here are some snapshots from April…
The last time I saw BB King play his homecoming in Indianola, MS, 2008…
“BB’s cousins slopped BBQ on plates, we sucked at rancid bottles, sinking deep in overgrown grass. He called his grandkids onstage so they danced for 10 dollars, and BB could stand then, and play his guitar. My friend Amelia waved her round ass, her hippie skirt and brown hair tangled in the music of her own Delta legacy—a girl with porcelain skin and a coming out ball, but she shares BB’s hometown hubris. And afterwards we’d parked downtown, tossed the kid a twenty to watch our car, paid another twenty at the door, plus a fiver-bribe for being underage. BB tore it up the way he used to know, the aunties moving truer than Amelia could, and I knew, I am of this but mostly, I am a footnote.
Now Club Ebony’s an easy hundred and BB’s blood chugs tired, a yellow dog called Type 2, so he’s a figurehead in a folding chair, tappin’ knees and nursin’ juice, guitar mostly resting in his lap while the band carries the show.The kids onstage dance crunk and there’s more, so this time they get singles and fives, and BB says I can’t see nuthin’ but that boy’s stomach, so the fat kid steps back, and they play The Thrill is Gone, open and close, because it’s a radio hit, and it’s pretty much true. The whole world can see how BB’s softened with success. (He’s still doing it. That’s the thrill.)
The Arkansas Tealiban, or whatever those clowns in the Capitol are calling themselves these days, have depressed all the just citizens of the Natural State this week (it’s mislabled as the Religious Freedom Law, if you’re interested). So this morning, I decided to find something to celebrate about my city, and here it is – TV news reports that a 1,000 foot water-slide is coming to Little Rock on May 23. Not sure how that works without a 1,000 foot hill, but I’m eager to find out.
On the last day of March, thought I’d leave you with some of my favorite non-festival (South by Southwest and Valley of the Vapors) snapshots…also because this month, I purchased my first iPhone, and while I find it extraordinarily creepy that my incoming texts now flash across my laptop screen, I love the beefed-up (compared to my Androids) camera.
1) Grill a homemade tortilla (these wheat/corn combos were chewy-thick goodness, still warm from the fire at the Dripping Springs, Texas H-E-B …gotta love a chain grocery that makes it’s own tortillas).
2) Cut a banana lengthwise and grill it.
3) Spread sriracha sauce on the tortilla, put the banana on it, sprinkle with paprika, wrap it up.
4) Grill the wrapped up version.
Voila – best snack EVER! Perfect for an afternoon of dreamy surf pop, art-damaged weirdness and (gentle) moshing (AKA my “unofficial” take on South by Southwest).