We just voted. It was easy. No lines. We understand if you don’t like the choices. You probably seldom do. But you still have to choose. We all do. That’s kind of the point of a democracy. We never get exactly what we want, but we all work together for the good of our country as a whole.
More importantly, there are MASS referendum measures on the ballot today that will most likely affect your life far more than the new president will. I woke up today with this song in my head. It’s Paul Simon’s satire of Bob Dylan and politics all wrapped up into one fun song on Simon & Garfunkel’s mega-hit album Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme (all of which we have growing in our garden). Listen, laugh, vote and feel better! Lyrics below the video…
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O’Hara’d, McNamara’d
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I’m blind
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, ’cause I’m left-handed
That’s the hand I use, well, never mind
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce
And all my wealth won’t buy me health
So I smoke a pint of tea a day
I knew a man, his brain was so small
He couldn’t think of nothing at all
Not the same as you and me
He doesn’t dig poetry
He’s so unhip that when you say Dylan
He thinks you’re talking about Dylan Thomas
Whoever he was
The man ain’t got no culture
But it’s alright, ma, everybody must get stoned
I been Mick Jaggered and silver daggered
Andy Warhol, won’t you please come home?
I been mother, father, aunt and uncled
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
I just discovered somebody’s tapped my phone
Thanks Bing McGilvray for submitting–reminds me of a Dropkick Murphy’s kind of Christmas!
Yup. That’s right. The other cape … On August 17, we’re presenting Peter Yarrow, of Peter Paul & Mary, at the Old Whaling Church in Edgartown, MA on Martha’s Vineyard (which you get to via that other cape south of Boston). Now you know how much we love Gloucester and Cape Ann, but we just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to work with the most legendary, multi-platinum, multi-Grammy winning folk-singer alive today. So we’re venturing down to the other cape in a couple of weeks and figure that if anybody else from Cape Ann wants to go, we’ll put you on our special “Cape Ann” guest list. Just leave a comment (with your name) on this post saying that you WILL BE GOING TO THE OTHER CAPE and we’ll put you on the guest list.
How many of you remember this?
Think we have it bad here with the decline of the Fishing Industry? Look what is happening to songwriters in Iowa:
Bob Dylan Lays Off 2,000 Workers From Songwriting Factory
I moved here from Iowa. Maybe all those songwriters should move here. T Max, editor of The Noise Magazine, might be hiring. He has a new song about pets check it out here:
There is an amazing lineup of live music tonight from Christian Men’s Choir to Funbucket — and everything in between. Check out the full lineup here
I have been dying to go to the Hats: An Anthology exhibit at the PEM and am looking forward to a visit this afternoon. If you haven’t been, go–several friends have given it rave reviews and the exhibit closes this coming Sunday, February 4th.
As of yet, I don’t have any photos to share from the exhibit so I dug out my very own leopard-skin pill-box hat. This is actually the first hat I ever designed and its inspiration came from the Bob Dylan song “lepoard-skin pill-box hat.”
I kept a number of samples during my days designing clothes and hats for several reasons. My friends who were film and video stylists would often borrow the samples for music videos and films. Also too, because I was dreaming of someday having a daughter. I thought that if I was fortunate enough to be blessed with a daughter that she would surely want to play dress-up. My hope came true for a daughter (and son too!)–and she sure did, and still does, love to play dress-up! The above leopard-skin pill-box has been in one film, two music videos, one musical, and now on GMG!
Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you must tell me, baby
How your head feels under somethin’ like that
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat.
See more lyrics. Continue reading “leopard-skin pill-box hat”
Last night we stopped at Mark McDonough’s newest restaurant, Maggies Farm, located in Middleton. Disclaimer: our son Alex recently started working there although, I can honestly say, our dinners were simply outstanding. And as you can see in the photos, the portions are enormously generous.
Alex recommended the Nachos and, even though I generally dislike shouty capitals– WOW is all I can say!
The host Kai was gracious and friendly and our waitress was super professional and efficient. The ambiance was warm, welcoming, and fun, and the crowd ranged in age from 20-somethings through the ages including dating couples, sports bar fans, a group of women getting together after work, and sitting next to us, was a grandmother with her granddaughter discussing the granddaughter’s upcoming wedding plans.
Husband Tom ordered the Fish and Chips. I did not try the fish however, the onion rings were the best I have ever tasted–extra crispy flavorful golden brown on the outside, perfectly sweet, tender onions within. We were not sitting under the lights and I apologize for the not-so-great photos, but we’ll be back often. I ‘d love to return at lunch time for better photos and to try more items on the menu. I struggled to decide and was more than happy with the delicious Pan Roasted Chicken with cranberry cornbread stuffing, parsnips, Brussel sprouts, and gravy (and much too full after the perfectly enormous plate of nachos to eat all my dinner). The menu is a collection of favorite comfort food from many cuisines, and is comfort food at its most sublime. For sushi-lovers, the sushi looked very tempting and is half-off on Monday nights. I can see any number of reasons to head over to Maggies for lunch or for dinner as it is only a five minute drive past the long stretch of shops, stores, and car dealerships that line Rt. 114. Maggies is located adjacent to Richardson’s Farm. When the weather warms it will be lots of fun to make a night of Richardson’s mini golf and dinner at Maggies!
The name Maggies Farm Restaurant is taken from the Bob Dylan song he penned (from the album Bringing it All Back Home), after his departure from acoustic folk to electric rock. See Mark McDonough’s Gloucester restaurants Alchemy, Latitude 43, and Minglewood.
For Joey and John Skinny Jeans Poll
Dylan in London
Stones Sticky Fingers
All images courtesy Google Image search
Sweet photo of Dylan and Joan Baez