Wow. I actually found a sea chanty pertaining to herring. "Shoals of Herring" by the great Ewan MacColl. To those folksies out there Ewan MacColl married Peggy Seeger (Pete's sis). Gonna have to do this one with ye fishwife. Here, give a listen. This is the Clancy Bros. version which is a little more uptempo... forgot how great they were:
MacColl's daughter Kirsty MacColl co-wrote Fairy Tale Of Old New York, with Shane MacGowan, which in addition to containing the greatest string of expletives in song, has this line: "And the boys in the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay, and the bells were ringin' out for Christmas day." I can't even write the words to this song without weeping. Let alone listen to them. Kirsty died in the most tragic way. Struck by an idiot speed boater while snorkling in a marine reserve in Mexico--a spot where boats are not even allowed! What a tragic horrifying waste of a rare and brilliant person. She evidently, used her body to shield her son from the prop. Gawd help us all.
Wow... too early in the morning to go there. What else... yes, crabbing has been awesome. I don't need any more pictures of crabs, thankyou very much! I'm proud of your snaring skills. The only crabs I intend to show on this blog are my own.
And now we begin our string of crazy minus tides. Got a bunch of school groups going out. I actually had to turn down a few tours! Why? Because I need to get out there myself! You know there's a whole lot of coastline in the area south of SF (and north) that I've never actually explored. Hard to reach spots that require either an ill advised kayak trip, a death defying George Willig type stunt, or a very low tide.
George Willig the human fly. On The WTC, 1977.
Let's see... Tuesday is a -1.4... Perfect. I will wade out and around a certain rocky promontory. I will cling to intertidal boulders, and scramble along virgin tidepools. I will claim whole swathes of shoreline for the Monkeyface News, and the followers of my crude animistic religion: C. Violaceism. (From the latin: Cebidicthys violaceus). Any natives I encounter will be forced to accept the true faith. They will give up their Grady White's for tule canoes, their bulky vestments for grass skirts, skins and loin clothes, their superfluous trinkets and phones will be replaced by bone awls and hand axes. They will be forced to don lip discs and facial tatoos. Just kidding...
Nature Is Awesome* (see below for explanation of link)
Yesterday while jogging the trail that runs along the cliff above the unreachable beach that I intend to explore in two days, I looked down into a cove and saw a family of mule deer. They were standing together like a scene from bambi. Daddy, mommy and two fawns. That's what it looked like anyway. A family outing to the beach. Couldn't figure out what they were doing down there. Don't think I've ever seen deer on the beach before. The female, or what I assumed was the female, detached from the group and walked all the way down to the top of the wave line and just sort of stood there, facing out at the ocean. For maybe 20 seconds. I'm thinking, what the hell is she looking at? But then she turned and rejoined the group, and they walked back up towards the base of the cliff--where I couldn't see them. It was one of those beautiful moments in nature that always happen when you're alone and least expecting it. I'm glad I didn't have a camera. Some things are better remembered and later described than seen captured and shown off.
Anyway, just thought I'd share. Will post my reflections on exploring the virgin coast later this week. Until then... from a hidden bunker deep below the surface of the known world, this is Lombard of the Intertidal... signing out.
* "That One Guy" was one of the many manifestations of Mike Silverman, a unique mad scientist/musician from the East Bay, that Rube Waddell (my band) occasionally played with back in the day. Not sure whatever happened to Mike, but man his shows were almost as awesome as nature... the greatest one-man band since Dr. Isaiah Ross (my personal fave).
Dr Ross's set up was harp, kick drum and guitar. Here's a descrip of Mike's set up from his site:
"That 1 Guy set off on his own, challenging the idea of what a one-man band can and should be. Rather than altering and adding on to the bass, he started from scratch, conceptualizing and creating the Magic Pipe. Standing at seven-feet-tall, the collection of swiveling pipes, metal gears, bass strings and electronic buttons forms the shape of a harp, but is played like a futuristic gutbucket."