Saturday, 22 June 2013
BUENA VISTA COLORADO
lots and lots of love
xxxx
THE BV BOYS
way out west where the airs so pure
and the long horned sheep do roam
on the banks of the sparkling Arkensas,
theres a small town where i always feel at home
buena vista colorado
the glorious sun shines on the mountain peaks
banishing all worries and cares
come for a day and youll wanna stay for a week
and if your lucky while youre there
theres a chance you may well hear
and the long horned sheep do roam
on the banks of the sparkling Arkensas,
theres a small town where i always feel at home
buena vista colorado
the glorious sun shines on the mountain peaks
banishing all worries and cares
come for a day and youll wanna stay for a week
and if your lucky while youre there
theres a chance you may well hear
HA HA HA HA
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
while Jimbino Vegan spins on his head
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
while Jimbino Vegan spins on his head
maybe youre a white water rafting rat
or in the church of scientology
maybe your lost or youre just slightly mad
a little bit like me
theyll make you welcome in BV
You might have moved here in some witness protection scheme
or youre hiking the continental divide
you might have just escaped from the penitentary
for some unspeakable crime
come on down and have a good time
or in the church of scientology
maybe your lost or youre just slightly mad
a little bit like me
theyll make you welcome in BV
You might have moved here in some witness protection scheme
or youre hiking the continental divide
you might have just escaped from the penitentary
for some unspeakable crime
come on down and have a good time
HA HA HA HA
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
while Jimbino Vegan spins on his head
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
while Jimbino Vegan spins on his head
Leadvilles cool and Salido is the snizzle
Southpark is great if youre a buffaloo
Denvers a fucking mess but its got some awesome dudes
But Im happiest on the crest
Walking down to Buena Vista through the snow
For delicious music and sophisticated food
The Asian Palate is your best bet
The staff are so lovely and Eddie is so cool
Hes chilling in the kitchenette
Yams everywhere
Southpark is great if youre a buffaloo
Denvers a fucking mess but its got some awesome dudes
But Im happiest on the crest
Walking down to Buena Vista through the snow
For delicious music and sophisticated food
The Asian Palate is your best bet
The staff are so lovely and Eddie is so cool
Hes chilling in the kitchenette
Yams everywhere
HA HA HA HA
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
Ladies let us take you all the bed
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
Ladies let us take you all the bed
But there comes a time when sadly we must leave
And bid our fond fairwells
Life carries on as if we had been but a dream
A long forgotton tale
A passing dizzy spell
But one clear night as you listen by the creek
Beneith the clear sparkling stars
An old branch in the breeze sounds like a violin squeak
And that distant coyote bark
Reminds you of a demented happy laugh
And bid our fond fairwells
Life carries on as if we had been but a dream
A long forgotton tale
A passing dizzy spell
But one clear night as you listen by the creek
Beneith the clear sparkling stars
An old branch in the breeze sounds like a violin squeak
And that distant coyote bark
Reminds you of a demented happy laugh
HA HA HA HA
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
while Jimbino Vegan spins on his head
thats Shine, laughing all the time
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
thats Pickles, sqeaking on his fiddle
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
thats Nathan always resonating
while Jimbino Vegan spins on his head
OOOOOOOOh,
that coyote, howling at the moon
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
Thats the tree squeaking in the breeze
SCHLUM SCHLUM SCHLUM SCHLUM
Thats the stones gurling in the creek
While Jimbino Vegan sings in your head
that coyote, howling at the moon
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
Thats the tree squeaking in the breeze
SCHLUM SCHLUM SCHLUM SCHLUM
Thats the stones gurling in the creek
While Jimbino Vegan sings in your head
Like a wise young friend of mine once said
The end is just hte beginning
So ladies let us take you off to bed
Softly quietly singing
The end is just the beginning
Way out west where the air is so pure
and the long horned sheep do roam
on the banks of the sparkling Arkensas,
theres a small town where i always feel at home
Buena Vista Colorado
The end is just hte beginning
So ladies let us take you off to bed
Softly quietly singing
The end is just the beginning
Way out west where the air is so pure
and the long horned sheep do roam
on the banks of the sparkling Arkensas,
theres a small town where i always feel at home
Buena Vista Colorado
dedicated to Brynn Ronning and Eddy Sandoval with love and thanks!
Friday, 6 April 2012
Cottonwood creek song
cottonwood creek
april 2012 buena vista colorado
1.
theres a dairy maid
with chestnut brown eyes
and skin burnt from working
beneith the great clear blue skies
with her hair so dark
and such rosy cheeks
she lives on the banks
of the Cottonwood Creek
as fresh as the fountain
as strong as the mountain
she made me happy
though i stayed but a week
and as i travel afar
over wild rolling seas
i'll remember my sweetheart of
Cottonwood Creek
2.
our lives are a dance
to a strange melody
and who no-one can see
as i followed the steps
i found that my feet
had led me to the banks
of the Cottonwood Creek
though our meeting was brief
our love was deep
full of moments of sadness
and passionate heat
as the mystical dance
sweeps me far away
i'll remember my sweetheart
of Cottonwood Creek
G G C D
G b- A7 D7
G b- C G
b- a- D7 G
G G C C
G b- e- D7
G b- C G
b- a- D7 G
Friday, 2 March 2012
I paid these two hobos $2 each to pose for my valentines card picture
in Washington sq new orelans
shanty playing saxophone in North Carolina by a waterfall
Nathan playing banjo to Veronica... two friends dec 2011
Luke Windslow King and Alessandro playing music in the kitchen Dec 2011
Some friends playing music at a house party in new orleans
My friend Lisa relaxing at her home with her terrepin in new york
Nathan a banjo player and my friend Veronica listening
Veronica writing in her diary
Brett Richardson playing piano at the spotted cat New orleans
The Royal Roses at Mimis bar in new orleans
A poster i made for Nathan Rivera and Shine Delphi
Smoking time jazz club
My friend Rashid visiting from Paris France ... a coloured stencil i made of him
Leila and her buddy playing music in a yard party in new orleans
good times with friends in North Carolina near Ashville
A group of girlfriends eating icecream at the amazing Franklin icecream store in Philly
An album cover for The ROyal J's jazz band New orleans
An Amish girl on lunch break in the central markets phillyWednesday, 21 December 2011
artwork from colombia 2011 december
marriacchi band i saw in a bookshop for some book festival... the singer blew my mind..
A Cayman in Venezualan Zoo
Monday, 11 July 2011
devon july 2011
View from the terrace walk opposite andy williamsons home looking west i think on a beautiful july morning in 2011!
Friday, 11 March 2011
tahiti
dear friends
i hope you are all well. I am having a great time in Tahiti. we woke up even earlier than usual this morning for the tsunami alert.. it is a wonderful place... everyone wakes very early.. around 6 am and i get so much stuff done my midday it is amazing! I really like that... anyhow today we woke at 5ish and at 7am we all walked up the hill and chilled in the early morning sunshine. There was a loud siron then tom and i played music for the families there and I sketched and jammed with some teenagers... it was pleasant but no wave appeared at ALL not even the slightest sign of one... as if man could predict natural disasters!... we were all hoping that the homes near the beach would get one good splash but we were dissappointed... i had even brought my water colours up the hill so they would not get ruined! I had a great time doing a little art class with the children on the hill drawing with half a dozen kids and joking and laughing. There were three siblings... twins called Heimata and Heiarii and their older sister Heiura... which means in Tahitian Crown of Eyes, Crown of the king and Red Crown respectively. Such nice kids!
So everyone gave up and came home around 10ish and I slept for an hour or so then had breadfruit and salad for lunch and am now just relaxing at midday... this is really like paradise this place.. such abundance of everything... yesterday we went surfing in the morning on small waves but big enough for me... I caught one cracker for a good 10 seconds standing on a shelf of surf rushing headlong toward the coconut trees on the beach in a brilliant burst of energy and ending with a fantastic flop... at my level of surfing the most important part of the show including lots of noise... most other surfers are silent but i like to yell and shout about the waves... noone can really hear me... some of the tahitan kids make woooo sounds when they zip along on their boogie boards but i am the only adult who jumps up and down and tries to do backflips off the board... strange that!
after a relaxed picnic by the old french lighthouse we drove to the valley in the centre of the island and walked along a very undulating track past dozens of huge waterfalls and huge rearing peaks of wonderful exotic beauty. Wow we were pretty puffed when, after a swim in the river, we returned hback to the car and it started pouring down in buckets. On the drive home we stopped to watch a large traditional dance group practice for the big show tonight and then popped into a restaurant by the marina where two guitarists went zonky on their instruments playing very fast modern intellectual cheese sound... it was not so bad actually ... some really sad songs which tom and i improvised slow football chants to which was hilarious. still i thought their talents were wasted on guitars... they could both go much further if they consolidated their natural genius for air guitar.
so tonight we have a big show to watch... i have been sketching and drawing about 3 pictures a day which i am pleased about and also playing a bit of music just to amuse myself between times which has been a nice break from the art! Between Lucine... the lovely french girl who used to live with cecile in Nice and is now studying here... and sophie my old friend from Lille... we are being looked after like kings. wonderful relaxing time after quite a incessant two weeks bumming around in NZ... i am really impressed by the ukulele players... they only play a few chords albeit with very clever phrasing but the rhythms are what really get me... they even propel the ukuleles by the left hand on the neck against the right strumming hand to get the really fast rhythms ... so beautiful.. and lovely soft singing!
I have been inspired by Polynesian culture to try to invent some dance songs... songs with dances for them that you can do at the same time. I also liked the Haka in NZ... they had quite a violent culture but the Haka is both a war dance and a greeting and the idea of doing a DONT MESS WITH ME DUDE dance as a beautiful cultural exhibition and lovely singing followed by warm hospitality appeals to me somehow. I may try to write something like that in English... even when the Maori soldiers stepped off the ships back onto New Zealand soil after the desert war in North Africa in WWII where they faught as crack night time attack troops they were greeted by a stripped maori warrior dancing with little steps like a librarian with red hot coals in his slippers and waving a spear at them on the dock. He slowly retreated as he danced and yelled or sang infront of them as they shambled forwards with lowered heads. I only saw one rugby game in NZ which was a girls team ... I am seriously telling you I think I would have been flattened by these teenage girls and even Louis would have found them more than a handfull if he could get over the idea that they were girls... cracking pace and they knew how to collide with certainty.
Unlike i had previously expected Tahiti is really not very touristy at all although i have only spent a few hours in the main city Papeete... and i was playing music in the park and getting my ass whipped by a huge jabber the hut local look a like who lay Roman style on a bench with his belly reaching for the floor and beat me with really classy unauthodox openings and deadly finish boomerang style from behind my classical gormless barrage of pawns. It seemed the less fat you are here the worse you are at chess. I managed to beat the skinny lad but the second in command who looked like he could crush a deck chair but would loose to Jabba in a bench battle, well he beat me pretty neatly too. SO i am putting on weight and going back to the park soon for a rematch. The Tahitians are generally a little smaller in height than the Maoris in NZ but equally stocky and hold their traditions stronger. the french dont distroy the romance and beauty of Pacific islands as well as the Anglo Saxons it seems... they allow the wonderful chaos to continue and maybe even add a bit to the elegance and beauty of the local customs whereas the british only really seemed to admire the Maoris for their quality as chunky ruggerbuggers or soldiers for the empire, i hope i am not correct. everyone we meet here asks why we are staying for such a short time in tahiti ... no one asked that in NZ and here is certainly a place i could stay for a good while.
anyhow this time next week we head for LA to meet kester then i go to San Francisco to see some old friends like joe and stanford and then to New Orleans which is going to be great fun for April... back to London in early May via Iceland seems the most interesting way. should get some great painting done there.
Tom flies out of LA to london after 3 days... he is out of money and we both miss home a bit actually.
if you have any recommendations of places i should go or people to meet in USA please tell me
xxxx
lots and lots of love
jimmy
xxxxxxx
i hope you are all well. I am having a great time in Tahiti. we woke up even earlier than usual this morning for the tsunami alert.. it is a wonderful place... everyone wakes very early.. around 6 am and i get so much stuff done my midday it is amazing! I really like that... anyhow today we woke at 5ish and at 7am we all walked up the hill and chilled in the early morning sunshine. There was a loud siron then tom and i played music for the families there and I sketched and jammed with some teenagers... it was pleasant but no wave appeared at ALL not even the slightest sign of one... as if man could predict natural disasters!... we were all hoping that the homes near the beach would get one good splash but we were dissappointed... i had even brought my water colours up the hill so they would not get ruined! I had a great time doing a little art class with the children on the hill drawing with half a dozen kids and joking and laughing. There were three siblings... twins called Heimata and Heiarii and their older sister Heiura... which means in Tahitian Crown of Eyes, Crown of the king and Red Crown respectively. Such nice kids!
So everyone gave up and came home around 10ish and I slept for an hour or so then had breadfruit and salad for lunch and am now just relaxing at midday... this is really like paradise this place.. such abundance of everything... yesterday we went surfing in the morning on small waves but big enough for me... I caught one cracker for a good 10 seconds standing on a shelf of surf rushing headlong toward the coconut trees on the beach in a brilliant burst of energy and ending with a fantastic flop... at my level of surfing the most important part of the show including lots of noise... most other surfers are silent but i like to yell and shout about the waves... noone can really hear me... some of the tahitan kids make woooo sounds when they zip along on their boogie boards but i am the only adult who jumps up and down and tries to do backflips off the board... strange that!
after a relaxed picnic by the old french lighthouse we drove to the valley in the centre of the island and walked along a very undulating track past dozens of huge waterfalls and huge rearing peaks of wonderful exotic beauty. Wow we were pretty puffed when, after a swim in the river, we returned hback to the car and it started pouring down in buckets. On the drive home we stopped to watch a large traditional dance group practice for the big show tonight and then popped into a restaurant by the marina where two guitarists went zonky on their instruments playing very fast modern intellectual cheese sound... it was not so bad actually ... some really sad songs which tom and i improvised slow football chants to which was hilarious. still i thought their talents were wasted on guitars... they could both go much further if they consolidated their natural genius for air guitar.
so tonight we have a big show to watch... i have been sketching and drawing about 3 pictures a day which i am pleased about and also playing a bit of music just to amuse myself between times which has been a nice break from the art! Between Lucine... the lovely french girl who used to live with cecile in Nice and is now studying here... and sophie my old friend from Lille... we are being looked after like kings. wonderful relaxing time after quite a incessant two weeks bumming around in NZ... i am really impressed by the ukulele players... they only play a few chords albeit with very clever phrasing but the rhythms are what really get me... they even propel the ukuleles by the left hand on the neck against the right strumming hand to get the really fast rhythms ... so beautiful.. and lovely soft singing!
I have been inspired by Polynesian culture to try to invent some dance songs... songs with dances for them that you can do at the same time. I also liked the Haka in NZ... they had quite a violent culture but the Haka is both a war dance and a greeting and the idea of doing a DONT MESS WITH ME DUDE dance as a beautiful cultural exhibition and lovely singing followed by warm hospitality appeals to me somehow. I may try to write something like that in English... even when the Maori soldiers stepped off the ships back onto New Zealand soil after the desert war in North Africa in WWII where they faught as crack night time attack troops they were greeted by a stripped maori warrior dancing with little steps like a librarian with red hot coals in his slippers and waving a spear at them on the dock. He slowly retreated as he danced and yelled or sang infront of them as they shambled forwards with lowered heads. I only saw one rugby game in NZ which was a girls team ... I am seriously telling you I think I would have been flattened by these teenage girls and even Louis would have found them more than a handfull if he could get over the idea that they were girls... cracking pace and they knew how to collide with certainty.
Unlike i had previously expected Tahiti is really not very touristy at all although i have only spent a few hours in the main city Papeete... and i was playing music in the park and getting my ass whipped by a huge jabber the hut local look a like who lay Roman style on a bench with his belly reaching for the floor and beat me with really classy unauthodox openings and deadly finish boomerang style from behind my classical gormless barrage of pawns. It seemed the less fat you are here the worse you are at chess. I managed to beat the skinny lad but the second in command who looked like he could crush a deck chair but would loose to Jabba in a bench battle, well he beat me pretty neatly too. SO i am putting on weight and going back to the park soon for a rematch. The Tahitians are generally a little smaller in height than the Maoris in NZ but equally stocky and hold their traditions stronger. the french dont distroy the romance and beauty of Pacific islands as well as the Anglo Saxons it seems... they allow the wonderful chaos to continue and maybe even add a bit to the elegance and beauty of the local customs whereas the british only really seemed to admire the Maoris for their quality as chunky ruggerbuggers or soldiers for the empire, i hope i am not correct. everyone we meet here asks why we are staying for such a short time in tahiti ... no one asked that in NZ and here is certainly a place i could stay for a good while.
anyhow this time next week we head for LA to meet kester then i go to San Francisco to see some old friends like joe and stanford and then to New Orleans which is going to be great fun for April... back to London in early May via Iceland seems the most interesting way. should get some great painting done there.
Tom flies out of LA to london after 3 days... he is out of money and we both miss home a bit actually.
if you have any recommendations of places i should go or people to meet in USA please tell me
xxxx
lots and lots of love
jimmy
xxxxxxx
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