The Old Lady savored her some home-cooked Southern jazzy blues… smokin’!… as Dirty Bird & the Flu rocked the Salty Snapper in Valdosta, GA.
Kyle Dirty Bird’s husky voice is flat made for the blues. Dabbit Nabbit on bass and the Blake-o-Saurus drummin’ and hummin’ keep the bottom up, and organ donor Kevin Saxy Man plays like his mama raised him right, in a Southern church. With a synthesizer stacked over the organ, Kevin’s got an entire horn section at his fingertips.
These boys play both originals and covers. If you feel like getting’ down ‘n’ dirty one of these hot summer nights, catch Dirty Bird & the Flu.
A guy with a guitar singing his own songs, and he’s from Brooks County too.
It just doesn’t get any more real than that.
Jonathan Coody, son of a hog farmer, breadslinger by day and writer by the grace of God, graced the stage at Ashley Street Station all too briefly for the Old Lady’s taste. She was left hungry for more.
“36 Steps”, a song about a guy who went through a 12-step program three times.
Into to a love song: “Are y’all too punk for love? I don’t think so.” Lines made better when delivered in Coody’s flat, slow drawl.
And the capper, a song about slinging bread titled “Independent Operator”. Coody is a veteran breadslinger, delivering for the local Martin’s Potato Bread factory to Valdosta grocery stores.
He only played four or five pieces, just a taste really, mere crumbs from his musical menu (the Old Lady knows there’s more because he listed a smorgasbord of songs on Facebook, and she REALLY hoped to hear “The Undisputed Prince of Quitman” but he didn’t play it, durn him). Great stuff, all of it. The guy’s a poet. And local? You bet he’s local! As he said in closing out the short set: “I’m Coody, from your own back yard.”
The Old Lady was house sitting. In the living room on the bookshelf lurked an antique copy of the Collected Stories of Eudora Welty.
The Old Lady was captivated.
These Southern Gothic stores of madness, despair, and survival sucked her in.
Halfway through, the homeowner called. The family returns early, he said; we’ll be home in a few hours.
The Old Lady panicked.
That’s not enough time to finish this book. She doesn’t feel comfortable asking to borrow the crumbling tome. She heads for the library.
BINGO! The Old Lady scored not only a library copy of the Collected Stories, she also discovered the Complete Novels of Eudora Welty. Now contentment settles in. The Old Lady never feels more secure than when she has not only a good book to read, but another good book standing by. A book and a backup, it just doesn’t get any better than that.
Local band Hot Barrel 45 blew the Old Lady away at Ashley Street Station’s Metal Monday in Valdosta, GA. Figuratively speaking, of course.
HB45 sounds tighter than ever, working out their complex melodies and rhythms with precision. Their act is tighter, too, with synchronized headbanging and jumps across the stage that seem improvised except for the fact that there are no collisions, they know where the other guyz are at all times. And the pit was wide open. Watch these guyz. They’re not going to stay local long.
The touring band for this Metal Monday was Insvrgence from Austin, TX. Hardcore and hard-working, they opened with an energetic set that belied the fact that they are at the end of their “No Longer Searching Tour” AND are about to begin their “All By Myself Summer Tour” along the East coast through June 28. Roadweary metal warriors? Not in this group! They do what they do because they love doing it. And they do it well. Catch’em if you can.
O’Toole’s Herb Farm in Madison, Florida, is one of the Old Lady’s favorite places.
The greenhouse is the star of the show. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme? Get them here, along with other plants and flowers too numerous to list. Bea loves her plants, and they show that love.
But there’s more to OHF than plants.You can walk the labyrinth set in a secluded area surrounded by trees. The center tile with the sandhill crane is a tribute to Bea’s late husband, Jim. You can browse the gallery of “recycled art” created by artist-in-residence Janet Moses.
There are interesting rusted pieces of old farm machinery…
… as well as an overgrown International farm truck.
Or you can just commune with the natural beauty of Creation.