Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Bluebird Singing A Song

Hi everyone! Iggy and the Stooges are now in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, St. Patrick's Day is looming, and spring is on the way. Here's a couple of shots from the Blue Bird Inn (where I was posed in my last post) in its heyday of the 1940s and 50s. In answer to my old buddy Mark's question, this is the Blue Bird in Detroit. I'm still blasting away on what I hope is the final revision of my big project. Will post some new writing tomorrow.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am." Joan Jett

Cocktail Hour
Drinking memoir suggestion: Just Kids Patti Smith

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! Thanks so Shea for the lovely compliment! And good to see you, MW!


Anonymous said...

Here's looking at you, kid. We'll always have SCS.--Humphrey B.

Anonymous said...

You should've seen Patti Smith when she was a suburban housewife in St. Clair Shores, Michigan. She has more morphs than Morpheus!--JLCGULL

the walking man said...

The Blue Bird of happiness no longer goes to Tireman.

Heff said...

Regarding your "spell du jour" : Joan Jett can barely play her "extension" !

If Iggy and the Stooges made it in the Hall Of Fame, and they bump KISS again, HEFF'S GONNA BE PIST !

Charles Gramlich said...

Iggy rocks. I'm not so bothered by Iggy trumping KISS, but ABBA? I mean come on!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

You can drink beer and still lose weight!--Weightwatchers Online

jodi said...

Hi Babe, my Dad used to tell us as kids, "May the bluebird of happiness fly up your nose!" Up northism #252... xo