30 December 2007


The backyard tiki torch stands firm against the evening sky and its low clouds, swollen with winter moisture and the cold amber light of downtown. Looks like it's dreaming of the stuttering lick of a flame... remembering the pungent chemical sting of citronella in the air... mocking the fireflies.

Hang on, bruh.

You will have your moment, when the grill is roaring and the speakers are blasting polynesian lounge weirdness into the yard: Arthur Lyman and Martin Denny and all the best Exotica that a summer evening can stand... be patient.

It was a wild sky tonight: a giant dome of solid rust and blood and sepia. There's no color enhancement in the photo; That was it. Painted with a very wide, cold brush.

It was hollow and quiet and surreal, like an opium blanket over Washington DC, forcing everyone to shut the hell up for once, and go to sleep. I dig it.


Reya Mellicker said...

What a beautiful post. I don't dig that weird sky, but you make me almost like it. Cool.

happy birthday to Gomez, too. Give him a nice scratch behind the ears for me, will you! And many more!

Quisp-Quake said...

Yeah, as much as I LOVE Martin Denny, I don't listen much this time of year (time for the high energy stuff as my body is wanting to go into serious hibernation). Once spring/summer gets here, I'll pop on my Denny records :)

Hope your holiday went well for all three of you!!!

avocadoinparadise said...

Ha! It's warm enough this winter (except yesterday & today, that is) to have a tiki party anytime!