Yes, this Tuesday's show is the Spring Show, with music by Django Reinhardt, Gillian Welch, The Hot Frittatas, Bill Morrissey and lots more.
More importantly, I wanted to bring to your attention a discovery I just made while searching for the words of a poem about Spring. The website I found is alyoung.org, and it's just wonderful. Put together by my old friend from Berkeley days, Al Young, the former Poet Laureate of California (He chooses a better way to put it: Poet Laureate Emeritus). Do go check it out. I plan to go back again and again. This time, I found an Al Young Spring poem. Here it is:
Up Jumped Spring
What’s most fantastical almost always goes
unrecorded and unsorted. Take spring.
Take today. Take dancing dreamlike; coffee
your night, creameries your dream factories.
Take walking as a dream, the dearest, sincerest
means of conveyance: a dance. Take leave
of the notion that this nation’s or any other’s earth
can still be the same earth our ancestors walked.
Chemistry strains to connect our hemispheres.
The right and left sidelines our brain forms
in the rain this new world braves—acid jazz.
The timeless taste her tongue leaves in your mouth,
stirred with unmeasured sugars, greens the day
the way sweet sunlight oxygenates, ignites
all nights, all daytimes, and you—this jumps.
Sheer voltage leaps, but nothing keeps or stays.
Sequence your afternoon as dance. Drink spring.
Holding her hard against you, picture the screenplay.
Take time to remember to get her spells together.
Up jumps the goddess gratified, and up jumped spring.
Also, I was looking for the end of an e.e.cummings poem, and here that is:
Sweet Spring is your
Time is my time, is our
time for Springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love