"He's got a lot of irons in the fire", she whispered, several feet away from the bar not knowing that he hears everything.
It is quite maddening sometimes. Or atleast it used to be. Now he can weave mariachi with chainsaws; bowed cymbals with bees buzzing; bird calls with babbling seamen and jingling trinkets.
He doesn't mind at all, you see.
It just the music of his city.
I live near Tower Grove Park, the lungs of South City. Because of its presence, many feel more enlightened. What once was supposed to be closed off from the rest of the city is now a welcome reprieve from the traffic surrounding it. It absorbs as much art, music and poetry as it engenders just as you breathe it in as you walk through and around its environs. Welcome to Lungs of the City. Its all here.
Well, that's just sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?
It can't ALL be here. But perhaps, we can manage mention of most and you can no longer claim ignorance as an excuse. ...and you might do the same for me, Buckaroo!
For starters, check the arts and music calendars at www.kdhx.org If you're thirsty and you're sure of it, check the events calendar at Schlafly.com ...and don't forget about my new friends with Hearding Cats, helping keep St. Louis weird.