BUZZIN’ AT THE BISTRO
By Suzy
Williams
I can’t usually
“hang” but hanging was good to me that August late latee afternoon
at the Venice Bistro. Tsk, tsk, such a place one could take for granted, just
like how you don’t miss your water ‘til your well goes dry. Oh, but
yes here I was and Slavin’ David was immense, just like my man said
he’d be laying out sweet long licks like to sweep me offa my stool, and
Lil’ Joey Passion, who traded with him just as good, hat cocked askew on
hair he said he wish’d he’d brushed.
And wouldn’t you know the originals
were the best but they sure played a damn good Honky Tonk Women and his long
hair was coiffed just fine and the sun was sneaking down getting all dramatic on
us , fixin’ on gong down behind that perfect mountain, native Santa Monica
shrubs all aglow with vermillion and cerise.
And Carumba! It’s my gal Landi,
she’s suddenly there, wild and graceful and powerful with the sisterhood,
her long black braid swingin’ topped by a doo-rag and a panama, birds of
palms and paradise on her shirt, letting go with a deep wisdom of movement, all
the joy that a lifetime of love and righteous rage can give.
This is all new to me, I didn’t know
this woman could DANCE! Goddess Love it, it’s my Venice and my life, and
all is right with the world while I watch her whirl and sway and the music is
so so fine.
Posted: Wed - September 1, 2004 at 03:21 PM