The selfie is a curious thing, even accidentally. I mean is this a self portrait or a picture of Michelangelo Pistolotto's Man With Yellow Pants? A picture of him looking at me looking at him in New York's Metropolitan - and then see the woman to the right she is looking at me too, just curious I guess, or even waiting to take her own picture. Strangers in a New York City gallery, a common enough sight. I am off to the USA this week coming - not New York but Oklahoma, then Billings in Montana, then New Orleans. A whirlwind of flights, eight in all to be precise, but I am looking forward to the trip. I have restrung the mandolin, loaded up the kindle, loaded up the iPod and even bought a new notebook and pencil, all will be fine - I will post pics of the trip. Oh, and Happy Easter - I think I miss my mother more this weekend than I have for a long while. Easter Saturday night was about painting boiled eggs with my mum, brother and sisters, and Sunday was a picnic to roll them down the side of a hill - usually up the Granites (which will mean little to most). Been a while since I painted an egg and rolled it down a hillside; nostalgia often takes us back to a place that never really existed, but wild horses couldn't drag me away - this is a yet to be released version of an old stones track - I prefer the original with Keef's electric guitar laced through it but this is worth a listen.
