Adam's Beanstalk

A daily adventure-bag of insights and old bones from an unknown poet in Manitoba's south. Caveat: Not everything is to be taken literally. Things are often shaded with poetic crayons; be the owl. Also, not all these bones are collected from different fields. Find themes that run througout each post and the journal as a whole; the most insignificant event may be part of an ear.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Did God Will the Death of Mr. Fish?

Today is Monday,
Today is Monday,
Monday wash day,
All you hungry brothers,
We wish the same to you.

Wash Day - I washed a saucepan. Then I put spaghetti in the saucepan. Then we debated whether or not I should add more spaghetti. Then we ate the spaghetti. Then I had to wash the saucepan again.

Hungry Day - our big ideas & paper bag discussion today was on the topic of Free Will/Fatalism. Though nobody was persuaded to change their beliefs, we did manage to prove that the monkey on the chair was indeed a real monkey. Our differences seemed to hinge on whether bad things are God-willed. Nota Bene: it turns out our example was false because Travis did not kill me five minutes from when it was suggested.

Brothers Day - I went to watch Ben Clarkson play at the Academy Bar & Eatery. On a stool, with a guitar, a mic, and a Mr. Fish setlist Mr. Clarkson took to the stage. He did not tell his questionable land mine joke ('How do you appreciate a mine?'), but captured the audience with a humility that encapuslated the difficult choices it takes to make a setlist. Some songs which were planned were dropped on the spot. Others the audience had to encourage him to play. This gave the sense of a wildly interactive show. I was expecting a man in a king suit to emerge from the crowd at any minute. Ben played some of his long time favorites, including two by Weezer and one he stole from a friend. Do you know what impressed me? I never saw Ben Clarkson tune during his whole performance. Amazing considering the mad hammering on his strings. His guitar playing stole the show, with several fascinating runs that appeared out of the great musical ether. I give the show an A-! Congratulations, Ben (I am a tough marker.) You can visit the website for Ben Clarkson at www.myspace.com/benclarkson/.
Ben was followed by a group of preppy looking scrappers called "The Playing Cards". Wow and Smokes! This motley crew of fourteen year olds put the audience in a full nelson with their complicated arrangements and catchy melodies. Who cannot love a girl dressed in Western attire who haunts the keyboard like an abandoned organ? What about playing table hockey to the sweet refrain of "Mother, I wished we lived in the woods"! Or what say you when three cowbells play at once?! Sha-freaking-zam! You can find out more about this prodogy-stew by going to www.myspace.com/theplayingcards/.

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