I just ordered and read the new book by Tom Robbins.
It's written in the style of a children's book, with large print and everything.
It's called
B is for Beer.
It's not the same as the others.
I didn't really like it, in that it isn't dense with sexy metaphors and strange and appealing free-loving characters and bizarre, unbelievable, yet well-developed plot lines.
However, here's a lovely little nougat of sultry wisdom to spoon with:
"When civilized people dance they reconnect with their old animal
nature. It reminds them that they aren't mechanical chess pieces or
rooted trees, but free-flowing meat waves of possibility"
These photos are a little old (from May and June) but of two wonderful animal-nature-inducing dancing evenings. The first is from the
White Squirrel Festival in Brevard, North Carolina. This is the local (but widely renowned)
Steep Canyon Rangers - a crazy amazing bluegrass band. This concert was outside in the rain, and much of it was spent avoiding being pegged in the head by the saturated white squirrel stuffed animal being thrown in the air. While dancing wildly of course.
The second photo is of some members of
STOMP! the freestyle percussion group that uses nontraditional instruments. I went to a wonderful
Rusted Root concert in Greenville, South Carolina with Lara. For the last song (Ecstasy), they had some members of STOMP in the audience come up with buckets from the kitchen and drum sticks. It was one of the most ecstatic ten minutes of the last year. Afterwards, Lara caught a drum stick they threw into the audience, had Rusted Root sign it, and gave it to me to hold onto for the year.
Inhibition-free dancing is one of my favorite things in the world.
