clennell on wed 17 oct 01
Sour Cherry Pottery
> "Lumpy brown pots" may have been a tad undiplomatic,
> but just look at the number of posts something
> exciting, outrageous, hideous, gorgeous, imaginative,
> shocking, god-dam awful, highly recommended,
> would-not-be-seen-dead making has generated versus page
> ??? where there is (maybe) a little brown jug peeping
> coyly at you...
Dear janet: thank you for recognizing me as the little brown jug. the
oldsters on this list recognize how some are very coy at yanking the chain
or casting the bait..
It is fun to peep around the corner and look how some swallow the bait-
hook, line and sinker.
I liked snails response. If folks could refer to my original post i said I
loved Garth clarks article. I have read it more than once. I did pull the
chain by stating I could not in my wildest hallucinations do conceptional
art. I would really rather go to Garth Clarks kitchen and look at the pots
in his cupboard. I love pots- many of them brown.
My post was a congratulatory post to ruth butler and staff for an excellent
job in balancing primitive pots, conceptional art, and Nils Lou.
those that get their knickers in a knot over this issue have provided CM
with a living for as long as I can remember. I used to read the letters to
the editor in CM as a little boy in the 50's at my uncles house.
What kind of bait will I use tomorrow? theres really nothing like a fresh
fish fry. always my favourite clayart activity.
cheers,
tony
Dawg- At your party, put a little Jimmy Rogers diddy on the jukebox for me
and dance around the dance floor with your darlin. tell her to close her
eyes and pretend it's me. 16 gallons of American beer- how did you get the
horse to aim into the keg? that was bait for Craig martell. I've used it
before and it works.
Janet Kaiser on wed 17 oct 01
"Ha! Ha! Ha!
Hee! Hee! Hee!
Little Brown Jug
O, I love thee!"
Folk? Trad? I don't know, but the tune is catchy enough
to become an ear worm... Especially as I cannot
remember any other verse. Anyone else remember?
Don't you love Tony C., folks? He would have been one
of the big boys at school... Don't mess with them.
Predictable? Absolutely! Funny though, because a little
birdy told me he is a big, quiet, cuddly giant in real
life. Funny he walks around the cyber world with a big
brown spoon in one hand and a glass of wine/beer/whisky
in the other.
David H. is 2 years and 363 days older than me... He'd
have been a big boy too. Born under the benign
influences of Libra, which accounts for his well
balanced views, posts and pots. But still don't mess
with him either.
My Mother always told me that good girls don't. Which
reminds me, don't you mean where did he get
four-and-twenty virgins, Tony? Surely 16 gallons would
be a bit much even for Texan horses? At least I know
where to send those old singles with the middle stamped
out. Bought for 6d or a shilling each from the Milk Bar
in town... Nothing pre-dating Kenny Rogers though...
"Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town"...
Janet Kaiser - Another one who missed out on being a
student in REALLY interesting and rebellious times...
"Plant a tree in '73" and "Plant some more in '74" was
nothing compared to the upheavals and protests of the
sixties... Perhaps we are all trying to make good in
our "old age"?
The Chapel of Art . Capel Celfyddyd
HOME OF THE INTERNATIONAL POTTERS' PATH
Criccieth LL52 0EA, GB-Wales Tel: (01766) 523570
E-mail: postbox@the-coa.org.uk
WEBSITE: http://www.the-coa.org.uk
----- Original Message -----
>
> Dawg- At your party, put a little Jimmy Rogers diddy
on the jukebox for me
> and dance around the dance floor with your darlin.
tell her to close her
> eyes and pretend it's me. 16 gallons of American
beer- how did you get the
> horse to aim into the keg? that was bait for Craig
martell. I've used it
> before and it works.
Jonathan R Smith on thu 18 oct 01
Janet Kaiser wrote:
> "Ha! Ha! Ha!
> Hee! Hee! Hee!
> Little Brown Jug
> O, I love thee!"
>
I'm a Lurker,
and have been keeping various tidbits of information for my wife,
a potter here in Pittsburgh.
(It's only fair, my email has jumped to over 100 per day)
According to my lyric database
(yes I'm a full time musician)
here are the words to little brown jug
Hope this settles the controversy,
and you all can sleep better at night........
JOn
LITTLE BROWN JUG
Me and my wife live all alone
In a little log hut we call our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
And don't we have a lot of fun!
Chorus:
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
When I go toiling on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm;
Place it under a shady tree,
Little brown jug,'tis you and me.
'Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;
But, seeing you're so near my nose,
Tip her up and down she goes.
If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place,
Then I'd prepare to shed a tear (I'd let them go without a tear)
Before I'd part from you, my dear.
If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her up on oats and hay,
And milk her twenty times a day.
I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.
And when I die don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol;
Put a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.
The rose is red, my nose is too,
The violet's blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We'd better take another drop.
From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
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