Some of you know that my baby-baby, Jessie, plays mandolin and she's in a group with some gals that she's been playing with, mostly, since high school. She attended an alternative high school in Tallahassee where the school band was a bluegrass band and since she'd grown up listening to and adoring her fairy-godparents, Lon and Lis Williamson
it was a match made in heaven when Jessie picked up the mandolin.
She now plays a mandolin which Lon made by his own hands and the Cicada Ladies have made a CD. They recorded it at the Award-Winning, World-Class Gatorbone Studios which is the home-based business Lon and Lis run when they're not performing, making mandolins, creating ribbon flower art (okay, that's just Lis) or being grandparents, gardeners, and Most Gracious Loving People In The Universe.
Golly. Where was I going here?
Oh yeah! The Cicada Ladies' CD is out! It's called Under The Clay.
You can order it.
And I think it would be only fittin' for me to give one of these CD's away. Quite frankly, I'd love to give one to every one of you. I should. I really should. God, I owe all of you. You have no idea how much I owe all of you. (My sanity or what passes for my sanity.) I should really just give you all a vial of my blood to wear around your necks but no, that would be weird.
So in lieu of all of that, I'm going to give away a CD and I feel all Pioneer-Womany and shit, just saying that but shitfire, why not? So. How do you win?
Oh golly. I guess just leave a comment and I'll write all your names down and put them in a hat and pick one out and I SWEAR ON MY OLD DEAD DRUNK DADDY'S GRAVE THAT I WON'T CHEAT!
And as a bonus, I'll draw another name out of the hat and the winner of THAT gets a dog! Yes! And a year's worth of dogfood!
All right. That last part is a lie. Unless you want a dog. In which case, IT'S NOT A LIE! I really will send you a dog. I'll even send you the one who doesn't have a sopapilla ear. (Indeed, the saga continues.)
And if you're going to be in Tallahassee next weekend, The Cicada Ladies will be playing a week from tonight at the Miccosukee Root Cellar. That's July 28th and it's also my birthday so, well...I guess that's going to be my party because I quite frankly hate birthday parties when they're mine. I don't mind having birthdays, I just don't like parties which result from them.
Is this post really spacey? I feel like it is. I think today has been one of those days where I'm sort of just underwater, looking at all the pretty fish and doing my best not to be bashed up against the coral wall by the current, fluttering my fins and trying to keep my mask cleared.
(One of the Cicada Ladies, underwater in Cozumel, Mexico)Or something.
Anyway, just leave me a comment and eventually I'll draw a name out of a hat and then eventually sometime after that (like when I get some CD's) I'll send the winner one if he or she deigns to send me his or her address.
It's safe to send me your address, being as how I'm agoraphobic and shit and would never, ever drive to your house with evil on my mind. Or even sweetness on my mind.
God. I'm sorry. I'll shut up now.