Further adventures of Sküti von Buns.

Sküti is a rambunctious teenager now, grown to what we suppose is nearly her full size. Though we hoped she would grow to be more affectionate, she probably is as close to that as something so low down on the food chain can ever be. Rabbits don’t seem to desire affection as much as tolerate it. She is pretty hilarious and curious, practicing her evasive maneuvers and running and jumping around. Handy I guess, when foremost in your little animal brain—coddled though you are, and with no actual predator experience to tell you so—horrible screeching death could come from the air at any time.

Thanks!

Photo of Lexie and me from our first official family thanksgiving celebration at our little New Harmony house. (photo courtesy of our friend China, who was one of the guests)

We had a two friends come up from Nashville and another six from here for an even 11 (OK, an odd eleven). A good time was had by all.

We had a lovely free-range turkey from the nice local folks at DuMond Farms, and coincidentally were photographed while purchasing said turkey, by the Posey County News for an article on local turkey purveyors. Wish I had that photo to post...

Family Harmony.

So Miss Anne and Natalie just came for a nice visit. We did pretty much everything a person can do in our little town this time of year. Ate out, went antique shopping, walked around looking at the town. And it snowed! Well, it flurried...and was unseasonably cold, especially for my girls from Alabammy (the picture of the 3 of us was taken by Natalie with her iPhone, and if you look closely we have snowflakes on us).

Nobody really took many pictures. Lexie was with us most of the time, but missed all photo-ops. The other pictures are from Griffin, IN, just up the road. Home of our friends the Mumfords. One of only two towns by that name in the U.S. if my research is correct. The other in Georgia. Since Griffin is my name and Miss Anne’s maiden name, it seemed like a trip to make.

We did a lot of visiting with friends at Laura’s coffee house and elsewhere, which is what we mostly do for amusement here anyway. Everyone was glad to finally meet some of my family.

Been down the rabbit-hole.

Sorry to not have posted for so long if anybody’s been paying attention.

My buddy Mack is coming through NH on his way back to Nashville. Hope to do a portrait of him. Maybe that’ll be my next post.

We’re in the middle of getting a wood stove put in the house. Missing a few critical bits of piping that are back-ordered. Got the tile floor for it put in last week, some nice looking slate. Can’t wait...will definitely put up a picture when that puppy’s got flames. Apparently this has been the biggest year for wood stove sales since the oil crisis in the 70s!

Weiners and Losers.

So that scruffy young Beck Hansen lad—of I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? fame—is closing in on FORTY! Good God...where’s the time gone?

Seems like my favorite lately-ish record of his was Sea Change, which is probably about old enough for first grade now. The boy just does melancholy right... I liked Guero, but it seemed more of a production number (tho probably [IMHO] the most beautiful cover art he’s ever had) lots of nice dance re-mixes.

And Mellow Gold is still holding its own all these years later, by golly.

My sweetie did an illustration of Beck for American Songwriter, their next issue Sept-Oct (?) out the end of this month. Check it out.

Foto-show, Pt. 3

Another installment from the New Harmony people portrait series. My barber (our barber) Irwin Reynolds. A barber for over fifty years, he’s a survivor from the time when you didn’t so much go in for a new “style”—but simply a good, honest, well-executed hair cut.

Irwin’s shop is in a great little old bungalow, with an old-school barber pole out front. You don’t need an appointment, just walk on in on wednesdays or saturdays.

Irwin is also our friend Liz Mumford’s dad. Also pictured, one my favorites of his cool ’fifties barber chairs.

Jake Leg Stompin’ Part Deux.

Just got back from a brief trip to Nashville. Was able to see the last Jake Leg show before Junior Socrates Cottonberry heads off to Berlin. Joined by my lovely friends Mack, Charlotte, John, McGuire, and Diesel. We all split after the first set, but it was a good one...

Be on the lookout any year now for their fine new record (not sure of the title, pretty sure it’s changed a few times)—but don’t hold yer breath, that could be unhealthy.

Here are some Stompers pix of mine from an earlier Station Inn show.