Vintage microphone feedback and damp, thick reverb added a fine layer of ancient book dust to the proceedings. As the evening progressed she continued to wail from behind a pile of boxes in the very back of the store, amplifier pointed out the service entrance to an empty lot outside.
It doesn’t really matter what the two stilted ladies were hawking outside Cal Plaza Water Court today at noon. The point is simply Friday afternoon and sunny: End of the week and the beginning of the weekend. Ladies in formalwear bopping about on souped-up stilts are the icing on the cake and destined to bring a smile to your face, like it or not.
At first glance you might think this is a ridiculously boring selection for photo of the week, I mean come on, it’s a crane and you see them all over the place especially in Hollywood. Sure it’s sort of pretty with bold yellow and blue colors but big whoopty.
Something about this shot taken at the cheb i sallah show last night seems to speak to me. As explained last night basically the Maghrebi drummer does his thing, the ladies add the funk to the sidelines, chebiji lays it down on the 1’s and 2’s and tabla man jumps in when the mood strikes him. Speaking of the 1’s and 2’s though we have a few bonus photos for you this eve. Cheb didn’t bust out any iPods but there was a definite lack of vinyl in the plaza – this is strictly a cdj setup.
Maybe it’s the bemused look on this as-yet-unidentified man’s face – is he drunk? Telling a joke? Savoring the taste of the anju he just ate? Then again, maybe it’s because he bears an uncanny resemblance to my good friend butterbean. Draw your own conclusions, but this undated photo taken belly-up at dansungsa on 6th makes me want to go back there immediately for the feel of the woody goodness, cheap drinks and inability to speak in my native tongue.