krishna das
Thursday 4 March 2010 | 8 cookies in the jar
It’s been many a long yar since a younger I danced madly barefoot in black choli and skirt, scarlet red dupatta flying, kirtaning my brains out to this guy. I’m not sure anyone else could get away with it—such a freakshow Leonard-Cohen-Lou-Reed-John-Trudell HYMN, which would be BAPTIST except it’s actually Sufi, with its lyrics about the Lord and all—against a backdrop of Tibetan-trained overtone singers. Spooky, is what it is. Also, I can’t stop listening to it. Y’all play it at my fucking funeral, okay? And dance your damfool heads off.
(PS that cute little Liz Phair tune’ll take you back, too.)
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dude’s coming to the valley, fyi – 03/30!
j. turned me on to his music last year
And you know what else? That’s my BIRDAY so I was already thinking about going! Plus, I feel like if I don’t go dancing soon my face will probably fall off. Or, something else will. Fall off. LET’S GO, KIRTAN PARTY (also, Roo says the Yoga Teacher put that song on a mix CD for her)!
The more I listen to it, it’s just…wild. It’s like Ralph Stanley—no, Dan Tyminsky—and a theramin. Thumping a book of Kabir.
So flattered to see you here, by the way.
just checked those tour dates, too, allyson. and with deva premal!
BIRDAY CONCERT WITH DANCING OH PLSKTHX.
Y’all make me cry. I love you. Snurf.
yes birthday dancing party annnnnd have you heard the Baba Hanuman one? A favorite…
I haven’t, but clearly I need to!
Did I ever mention how my parents were Hare Krishnas for, like, five minutes, back in the colorful 1970s? I was maybe four? The ceremonies scared me with their noise (so many cymbals) but I had a Hare Krishna coloring book which I loved. I used up all my sky-blue crayon on Lord K.