Thanksgiving was great- had good time with the family, and a little time to make the yoke for the canoe's sailing rig. Now, bring on Christmas! Two years ago a good friend (whose name I will not mention without permission, as is my policy) had the pleasure of hosting a party featuring a traveling bard of the Yule, Julian Koster, who had achieved world-wide notoriety playing with the Neutral Milk Hotel project. The evening was magical, and the performance was spell binding, combining music, storytelling, and magic tricks. The next year was a great year for us- luck, or something more? Either way, it was the perfect start to a season usually filled with consumerism and void of brotherly love.
This year our friend was again chosen for the honor of hosting Julian, and this time
the Music Tapes also. The set was of glowing plastic lawn decorations, an old film projector, and a mystical piano playing automaton. More music, stories, and magic (still don't know how he does it!). Two short videos to give you the idea of the sounds we heard. The first is of the banjo played with a bow (there is a digital blip in the sound at one point). The second is the musical saw played over sweet old-timey music (and me giggling- those musical sheep were just so gosh-darned cute!). The camera captured some sort of spirit orbs on this one. Not surprised.
A very generous patron donated his land for our Scout troop last weekend: both sides of Onion Creek for probably a mile stretch. Great weather and some fall foliage made it the perfect campout. Zero injuries and dinner from Poke-e-Joe's were the icing on the cake.
