In September I played music sounds at a local vegetable garden. There were children there; one of the children tattooed my wrist with a jazz lizard. Rock ‘n roll runs deep in this garden community, and I, myself, am no dried plum. The show was a part of the Philly Homegrown Music Fest, a brand new endeavor aimed to support local music and local farms ! Peppers and beats, that’s plenty to gnaw on.
There were fun activities for kids happening, while I spent my mic time singing about that point when eternal pain becomes infinite pleasure. in Spanish.
I’m excited to see this thing grow with time. I believe every vegetable garden should have a voice, sometime in Spanish ! I’m excited to support anything that isn’t evil, and everything that promotes a sense of community. My year of 2012 was spent in a city of 14 million people: I know what it means to feel d i s c o n n e c t e d. Begone, disconnect ! oh why hello there turnip…… give us a x