I am ready to bop in these delightful flats from Ingenue. They’re from a few months back, but still as chic as ever.
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go
bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she’s my gal
Oh, bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, yeah she’s my gal
She’s my gal and I love her so
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go
Who does not love the Rockabilly theme that Collabor88 is featuring for May? And to show how perfect Lark’s inclusion of a picnic basket, we have The Fulminators rocking with Teddy Boy’s Picnic. In honor of the theme, I will be playing a rockabilly set at The Velvet tonight from 5 to 7 SLT, mixing classic rockabilly artists like Wanda Jackson with neo-rockabilly singers like Imelda May and J.D. McPherson. I hope you will come and come dressed to the rockabilly nines. Continue reading
Rockabilly is ascendant at Collabor88 and that makes me happy. Of course, rockabilly is a music genre – but it has its own fashion aesthetic just a punk, hiphop and grunge do. Music and fashion are forever entwined.
I thought you might enjoy this neo-rockabilly song from Imelda May, Johnny Got a Boom Boom. If you listen, you will learn he also has a bam.
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If Shakespeare were as immortal as his poetry, he would be 450 years old. Isn’t it amazing that his stories and poetry are still relevant?
SHALL I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
While National Poetry Month has ended, there is no reason to stop enjoying poetry the other eleven months of the year. In my last post, I mentioned Langston Hughes was one of my favorite poets. One of his most striking, and shortest, poems is On Justice where he turns the metaphor of blind Justice and subverts it – to a different kind of blindness.
That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we black are wise:
Her bandage hides two festering sores
That once perhaps were eyes.
This month the SL Bar Association and Justitia Virtual Legal Resource will again celebrate the law and highlight current issues and controversies in the law. A special focus will be on Voting Rights – and a pernicious effort to reduce some people’s access to the ballot. You should go and learn about the current challenges to our liberties and to our right to vote. Hughes’ poem is particularly apt now that the Supreme Court has invalidated Section 5 of the Voting Rights Act in an act of willful blindness to reality of racism in America.
BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
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I grew up in the country and live in a city. I have enjoyed the benefits and put up with the inconveniences of both rural and urban life and in the end, I choose the city. Still, there are times I miss the country. Listening to some neighbor’s car alarm last night, random noises from vehicles, police alarms and a band practicing loud enough to disturb but too quietly to be enjoyed – I longed for the rhythmic lapping of the waves on the shore with the hum of crickets punctuated by frogs and the laughter of loons. So, I went to the country in SL today – with a romper from Peqe (at the Liaison Collaborative) and a cozy jacket from sheep door that I picked up at Japan Fair.
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“Basic bitch” has become the insult du jour, which under the common usage of “basic” makes the insult and those who use it basic. Would that make it basic squared? Lots of insults come and go, but this one strikes me as particularly malignant and shallow.
Oh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
“Gimme Shelter” sing the Rolling Stones and that is what the folks at Japan Fair were all about. Japan Fair was a fundraiser for ShelterBox. It closed last night, but here’s hoping it was a very successful event.
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This month’s Genre showcase is the big band era, those few decades when men were dashing in top hats and tails and women were elegant in gowns full of drama and glamour. No wonder I chose oOo Studio’s Glamorous and Drama pose series for this photo set.
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever green
This opalescent Satin Doll gown from Cog & Fleur is all sinuously sexy and full of drama with the low back and the softly draping silk charmeuse fabric that is so lustrous in the projector lights. I suppose that with the dress being named Satin Doll, I should have used Johnny Mercer’s song, but I don’t really like it that much – and went for this Cole Porter classic instead.
I’m with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra’s playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
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