Hey, if 2014 finds you with a spoon, a guitar, and a lot of time to practice:
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Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts
Monday, January 6, 2014
Things to Do with a Spoon: Play a Guitar with It!
Happy New Year Spoon-Swappers!
Hey, if 2014 finds you with a spoon, a guitar, and a lot of time to practice:
Hey, if 2014 finds you with a spoon, a guitar, and a lot of time to practice:
Friday, September 13, 2013
Things to Do with a Spoon: Play It!
A single spoon doesn't make too much noise, but if you have a buddy spoon-swapper you can take turns playing them! David Holt makes it look easy:
Friday, April 26, 2013
Things to Do with a Spoon: Balance it on Your Nose!
Here is an excellent tutorial on a skill that every spoon-swapper should possess:
"How to Hang a Spoon on your Nose" via wikiHow.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Oneida: The Band
Hey, did you know there's a band out there called Oneida? You probably did because you are more hip than I! Yes, it was maybe a year ago that I stumbled into a local record store, and among the other cards with band names that I have ignored or not noticed countless times, there is was: Oneida! "Ah, a spoon band!" I thought to myself, and promptly looked them up when I got home. I am pleased to announce that Oneida the band produce beautiful noise:
And live too!
And live too!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
The Spoon: A Poem
Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
or take the medicine doctors prescribe.
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon's mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.
- Richard Jones
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
or take the medicine doctors prescribe.
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon's mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.
- Richard Jones
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