If you say the title fast, it sounds like Honest Crap - sort of an oxymoron. Anyway, Barbara Wise at her BWiseGardening blog, wrote a revealing "things you probably don't know about me" post as part of the Honest Scrap Awards. It goes something like this...The award has two components: First, you list ten honest, interesting things about yourself and then you "present the award" to seven other bloggers. It's more "tag, you're it" than an award, but here goes.
I'm injecting the truth serum now and hoping the statute of limitations has run out on a few of these tidbits.
1. In my rock 'n roll drumming days, I worked in Las Vegas, Little Richard came to hear us, joined us on stage and I got to play with drums behind him.
2. Staying with the rock & roll theme, my high school band, A Little Bit of Sound, won the biggest battle of the bands in SoCal. That year we opened for The Doors in San Diego.
3. The door that opened my life to horticulture can, in part, be traced back to collecting rocks at the beach under the influence of some hallucinogenic substance. Wet rocks > make a turtle bowl from a bonsai pot > pot leaked > keep the pot > make a bonsai > looks pretty damn good > become a landscape architect (left out a few steps).
4. If I could get all the necessary nutrition I needed from only one food source, it would have to be spumoni ice cream.
5. When I was in 9th grade, I set off a smoke bomb in my own locker--MORON! My geometry teacher came out of his class, saw the smoke, pulled the fire alarm and shut down the school. Got called to the Boys VP office. Denied everything. Never got called back. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
6. After a show with different band in Oakland, CA, went back to audience member Black Panther Huey Newton's penthouse on Lake Merritt and hung til dawn talking politics.
7. While in that same band (The Sisters Love, Motown), we toured with and opened for the Jackson Five. That's when Michael was still sorta normal.
8. While taking a bus from Athens to Patras in 1970, I met a Brit and told him I was from California. Like a fool, he stated, "Then you must know Alan Schwartz." Alan Schwartz lived around the corner from me.
9. I can talk exactly like Droopy, the cartoon dog. 'Cept there's just not much call for it.
10. I'd rather spend a night with a funky bassist than with professional call girl. Yes, funk drumming is that much fun.
Bloggers I'm tagging (don't feel compelled to meet this high level of honesty and candor):
1. Stephanie Martin: On The Way To My Shoes
2. Jayme Jenkins: Nest In Style
3. Laura Matthews: Punk Rock Gardens
4. Owen Dell: The Earthworm's Lair
5. Ivette Soler: The Germinatrix
6. Ross Nevin: Landscape Design
7. Duncan Brine: Landscape Large
Y'all have fun, ya hear?
3 comments:
Yes! I knew if I tagged you there would be highly entertaining reading to go with my morning coffee! Thanks for the fun stories. Your old high school security officer called asking for your address and I sent him to some place in Belize...
Interesting post, I to drum and love the funk, unfortunately I have recently moved to the city so my drums live in there cases in the attic and my garden is pretty bleak
Got your tag!
I'll meet your candor and raise you ...
Well, I don't know WHAT I'll raise you, but I love talking about myself, so you KNOW I'll take this on!
I love the idea of you talking politics with Huey Newton until dawn!
And I know how you funky cats are - my highschool boyfriend still plays guitar in a funk band, and I'm sure he feels exactly as you do re: bassists and call girls.
XOIvette!
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