Need a lift? Yeah, who doesn't? Snow, sleet, economy, Republicans. Enough to make you scream some days.
I've got a little something that might lift your day a tad. It did mine, at least.
Those who follow my writings here are aware of the passing last month of my friend, collaborator and mentor Clark Vreeland after a long duke-it-out with cancer. Despite a lot of advance warning, his departure was a tough blow for all of us who loved him.
He approached his fight with the disease with both conventional and alternative techniques, as well as a determination to use the time he had to produce as much of his wondrous visions as he could.
And, boy, did he. In the four years since he was diagnosed, he released six (I think) albums and well over a hundred canvasses. Some were dark and introspective (go figure) but others were surprisingly positive, reflecting his indomitable spirit and wicked sense of humor.
This weekend, I was doing some hard drive housekeeping and came across a bunch of footage I'd shot of Clark and his band Spanky and the Love Handles and remembered on of those upbeat tunes from their second, eponymous, album.
Put this together yesterday and ran it past Clark's wife, who, coincidentally, had been listening to the song last week as well. She liked the vid and gave her thumbs up to send it out into the world.
Whatever rock you're pushing up the hill, whatever wolf's at the door, I hope this lightens the pack a little and serves to remind: we've only the time we make.
For those who can't see embeds, here's a direct link to the video.