This young lady was in a group of three playing music and singing on the beach. They were very good. Love this photo augmented by an art nouveau filter on LunaPic
I put my new guitar to good use by loaning it out. These four strummed out the sun and to my great delight, their repertoire included “Snowin’ on Raton,” by Townes Van Zandt—my request as it is one of my all-time favorite songs.
The sunset was once again outstanding. This time I made no alterations to any of the photos other than some slight sharpenings and a few croppings of the musicians.
This was a very good day, starting with meeting Patricia for coffee and to discuss possibly setting up a group home where friends could join us for support during our codger years, then home to write, a nap in the hammock, a few gin games with Tess, an hour swim and exercise in the ocean, chats with the sunset advisory board and convincing the musicians in the crowd to give us a few tunes. My harmony was working, as were my percussive additions via various objects rapped against other objects.
More talk with Patricia and Daniel concerning constructing a beach bar out of the thousands of cobalt Corralejo bottles Daniel has collected over the years thanks to the nightly sunset tequila consultations on the beach in front of his home/business. Plans are being made as I type this..or will be soon. Patricia is in charge of nagging.
Following are way too many photos of the sunset and musical accompaniment. If you see which I should cut, I will take it under advisement. I have already trimmed down to fewer than half of what I took.
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The wild parade with band that marks the opening of rodeo week was supposed to start at seven but finally passed at 9:30. It was no problem at all as we were at Lora Loka’s listening to these three fabulous musicians/singers. Tamales, chile, sopes, pozole and atole plus excellent company. Ahhhhhh. Mexico is one big celebration. Parties or free dinners sponsored by different politicians, the ejido or private individuals every day and/or night. Guess this isn’t the week I’ll get caught up on my sleep.
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Palapa Joe’s was pulsing with the heartbeat of its last open mike of the season last night as poets and musicians held a jam-packed house in thrall. It’s rare that a bar crowd stays quiet for 2 1/2 hours while entertainment is being staged, but that was the case as act after act wowed us. Emcee Betty held it all together with her easy repartee and humor. (If you noticed that one of these photos doesn’t belong here, you caught me! None of the photos of Ron Stock turned out, so I used one of him taken earlier in the day at our writer’s group. )