I was having a slow day at the Miccosukee Embassy-- the FBI seem to have more important things to do since the Liar in Chief became President than bothering with me and Nokosee and the New Seminole (NS)-- when I stumbled upon a Miami New Times story about a new Miami record company called Gumbo Limbo Music.
WTF? If you've read my books or this blog you know I had a favorite tree in the deep Everglades I use to climb up into to read, to think, to make love to Nokosee, and to really, really get away from everything. That tree was, of course, a gumbo limbo, aka, the "tourist tree" because of its reddish, peeling bark (sunburns, get it?). So, when I saw this, I had to listen to the music. Partially what drove me there was the story about the guy who founded the company and his vision. Richie Hell is an Argentine living and working in Miami. His influences are the Blues and Heavy Metal. His new record label-- releasing on vinyl LPs-- wants to create a new niche that flourishes between blues/rock and EDM. A style that also includes world and indigenous music. Give it a listen. I give it a Full War Bonnet (from the NS rating scale of 1-eagle feather for a "pass"). It's muy worthy. "Good Moaning" -- not "morning" as I first read it-- is good sensual fun and could easily be the soundtrack behind the leaves and branches of my next gumbo limbo tree when I make sweet crazy love to Nokosee. Actually, I can see me with earbuds firmly in place bopping to all four tracks in my next gumbo limbo tree. Or dancing to them through a cypress swamp, splashing water with each stomping step-- something I hope to do real, real soon because doing "Sanctuary" at the Embassy has become a real drag. Once I'm free maybe the NS can kidnap this guy (he's also a DJ) for our next soiree at a secret location in the Everglades. Just kidding. Our last kidnapping of entertainers to play at my wedding reception at what we thought was a hidden hammock camp (Book Two) didn't turn out so well what with the shooting down of two F-18 Hornet jets. But then again, no one invited those wedding crashers either.
WTF? If you've read my books or this blog you know I had a favorite tree in the deep Everglades I use to climb up into to read, to think, to make love to Nokosee, and to really, really get away from everything. That tree was, of course, a gumbo limbo, aka, the "tourist tree" because of its reddish, peeling bark (sunburns, get it?). So, when I saw this, I had to listen to the music. Partially what drove me there was the story about the guy who founded the company and his vision. Richie Hell is an Argentine living and working in Miami. His influences are the Blues and Heavy Metal. His new record label-- releasing on vinyl LPs-- wants to create a new niche that flourishes between blues/rock and EDM. A style that also includes world and indigenous music. Give it a listen. I give it a Full War Bonnet (from the NS rating scale of 1-eagle feather for a "pass"). It's muy worthy. "Good Moaning" -- not "morning" as I first read it-- is good sensual fun and could easily be the soundtrack behind the leaves and branches of my next gumbo limbo tree when I make sweet crazy love to Nokosee. Actually, I can see me with earbuds firmly in place bopping to all four tracks in my next gumbo limbo tree. Or dancing to them through a cypress swamp, splashing water with each stomping step-- something I hope to do real, real soon because doing "Sanctuary" at the Embassy has become a real drag. Once I'm free maybe the NS can kidnap this guy (he's also a DJ) for our next soiree at a secret location in the Everglades. Just kidding. Our last kidnapping of entertainers to play at my wedding reception at what we thought was a hidden hammock camp (Book Two) didn't turn out so well what with the shooting down of two F-18 Hornet jets. But then again, no one invited those wedding crashers either.
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