Being a man of a certain age, I have a lot of fond memories of skateboarding, partying hard, and generally going bonkers with my friends while listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers—especially during the run of albums from Freaky Styley and The Uplift Mofo Party Plan through Mother’s Milk and Blood Sugar Sex Magik. They were one of the last bands I saw at Peony Park in Omaha in October of 1991, with the Smashing Pumpkins and an “also special guest” called Pearl Jam opening the show. So the Chili Peppers will always hold a special place in my heart.
Flea’s first album under his own name, Honora, is surprisingly beautiful and adventurous. I wrote a review for your Sunday reading pleasure.
The link is in my bio.
@flea333@nonesuchrecords@jeffparkersounds@buttersscup@joshuaajohn@nickcaveofficial #honora
Critter pics! Some cat birds, my backyard bluebirds as seen from my hammock, a wasp gall, some anoles, and a cooper’s hawk.
The coopers hawk was 📸 by @megan_wilson101
On March 18, Mat Smith and I planted this weeping winged elm tree on the Eastside Beltline (by the Ray Craft building). Here it is one month later—lush, green, and happy!
First 📸 by Keyoni Jefferson.
Second 📸 by Andrea Carmichael.
@matwonet@keyoniij
Critter pics! This one is long over due. The good 📸 of the great horned owl and it’s baby are by Sebastian Hagan. The white eyed vireo 📸 is by Mat Smith.
@matwonet@sebastian_hagan
Read my review of “Kepler’s Choice,” a new album from @robert.poss and @edwardclarkcornell on RadATL. The link is in my bio.
“Poss builds the environment while Cornell maps its internal systems. Together, they arrive at music that is conceptual and cosmic while remaining intensely human.“
